Artist: Therapy?
Song: tightrope walker
Year: 1998
I'm trying to walk up the stairs
My hands are snatching at the slivers of light, I'm sticking to the steps
Each one a release from the place below, I'm on a mission
On the hunt for clean, clear vapor skies
'Cause I'm choking on my own, I need some air
The door slams behind me
Begging you to scrape off your disco paint, it's open to the night
And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories
You look so tiny, so very unimportant
I'm nearly there and everything feels fine
Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
High above piss city
Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves
Some shuffle in silence, some gorge sucking on silicone
I've got the urge to jump, watch my life whiz by, fast forward flash
But hold on boy, I feel alive
Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
