On Fire On A Tightrope

If you find your way And get on your feet One sunny day come walk with me In lonely days On fire on a tightrope In dead ends I found a home One new day off a crowded street Above the rain began to freeze And I watched your face Alive in the first snow In your eyes the light of home In the morning tide In a role that I had filed long away I resolved in the deeps In the hope to find a way Did I become inane