You cut the tightrope and I'm swingin'
All your love and my heart is clingin'
Running away from the pains that come at dawn
You cut the tightrope and I'm swingin'
I don't know what my head is thinkin'
All this time, but my clock is running out
Well, can you hear it?
Our time is running out
It's disapearing
Our time is running out
Waiting for the fall,waiting for the fall
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
Waiting for the fall,waiting for the fall
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You cut the tightrope and I'm slippin'
All the girls in the back drop trippin'
Chaos breaking and everybody's taking cover
Will I ever relax?
Will I ever sit back?
Do we know where it all goes?
Will we ever relax?
Will we ever sit back?
Will we always feel alone?
Well, can you hear it?
Our time is running out
It's disapearing
Our time is running out
Waiting for the fall,waiting for the fall
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
Waiting for the fall,waiting for the fall
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
Did you hear that?
Our time is running out.
(You cut the tightrope)
come with me
(You cut the tightrope)
Days and days go by
(You cut the tightrope)
Ecliptic
Waiting for the fall,waiting for the fall
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
Waiting for the fall,waiting for the fall
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
You've got the guns and I've got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling