Siouxsie & The Banshees Sleepwalking (on The High Wire)
You can see her now High as the Horizon Born into quicksand And raised on the mud
Balancing on tiptoe Sharpened to the blow In a tangle of thunder Falling helplessly below
Sleepwalking Sleepwalking on the high wire Sleepwalking Sleepwalking into the open palm of the empty sky
You can't hurt her now You can't reach her at all A spiral of persuasion Twists until freefall
Balancing on tiptoe Angles plush and slow An accident of circus Falling helplessly below
Sleepwalking Sleepwalking on the high wire Sleepwalking Sleepwalking into the open palm of the empty sky
