We walk along the wire In the circus act above And we balance on that string It's the tightrope we call love And you get sick of all this balance So you jump and don't look down And you think you found some freedom Until you hit the ground And we walk along the wire As the string begins to fret And the longer that we stay here The higher that we get You must meet me in the middle It's a tricky sort of game Once you step out on that and wire You will never be the same Because the higher that you go The harder that you hit Your not falling into love You are falling "awe" from it As we walk along the wire And the string begins to fret I will meet you in the middle But I think we need a net And if we meet here in the middle We will know our love is true And you can lean on me for ballance I can lean on you too As we're walking on the wire And the string begins to free We must patch it as we go This is the only chance we get Don't fall.