Walks the thin trapeze wire,
Bombs on either side
Expecting love,
We have run out of gas on this ride

Slowly we open our bleeding eyes,
There’s no returning
To come home, we realize
Is only going into hiding

It’s you, the long held wind caught me to see
Should I become able to breathe
It’s you, the long held words, you once said to me
Like all things, I found my hearts thief

Walks along the dust, unclear of exact location
Walls on either side
Lovingly expecting
Maybe I’ll come home, but for now I’m out of gas