Walking on a tightrope
Now you're so far from the ground
You think you'll float but if you don't
It's such a long way down
Everybody's watching you
Gasping at each step
But all you do is look ahead
With the memories that you've kept
Nothing seems to fade away, it's true
But it doesn't make much difference now to you
Everytime you're falling, there's a tent set up for you
Throwing caution to the wind, but what else could you do?
An audience to watch this show or walk out in the end
It's a tradgedy of errors you'll defend
Still a tradgedy of errors none the less
Now they're setting up the cannon
Just to launch you through the skies
But what goes up, it must come down
And there's nowhere left to hide