Out from the tunnel you walk All with rungs of bulbs surrounding you like golden laurels You chalk your hands and you clap clouds
You move deliberately All smooth and deep are your steps to your stairs Lend impossible cares as you stand and wait For the glare to fade
But I'm already poison-leaden Line with finery the wire you walk The wire you walk
All in war paint the audience is patient So they can say that they were there the day you took your spill
And the net's escape The fastest way But the best of them Is the last of them
Their woolen suits are lined with fruit for you But they never said that it ain't for you alone
So I say you should just grace them with your old fantastic Amaze them with your old fantastic And brace yourself and fall into the airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
