I'm hanging in the air No where familiar My head's up in the clouds My feet don't touch the ground So I go sky walking And I can hear you talking But
Everybody knows you been steppin' on my toes And I'm gettin' pretty tired of it Keep steppin' outta line and messin' with my mind If you had any sense
Won't you tell me if you can what's the matter with a man When he starts stayin' out all night Should he hit him in the head with a pen or cornbread A
I'm up on the tight wire One side's ice and one is fire It's a circus game With you and me I'm up on the tight rope One side's hate and one is hope But
Walking on thin ice, I'm paying the price For throwing the dice in the air Why must we learn it the hard way? And play the game of life with your heart
Everybody knows you've been steppin' on my toes And I'm gettin' pretty tired of it You keep a steppin' out of line and messin' with my mind If you had
You never ask if I'm ok The knife in my wrist will take your place You're slipping farther away now I'm starting to break, I can't take it The pressure
Everybody knows you've been steppin' on my toes And I'm gettin' pretty tired of it You keep a-steppin' out of line and you're messin' with my mind If
Caught up in a whirlwind can't catch my breath Knee deep in hot water, broke out in a cold sweat Can't catch a turtle in this rat race Feels like I'm
I walk the tightrope between an angel and a Beastie Boy I walk the tightrope between a woman and a man I walk the tightrope between sanity and vanity
I live for the hunt I thirst for the kill I sleep where I will I lust and I eat Love the thrill - take the pill Standing still and growing ill Gun
You should have been an Angel, it would've suited you My gold leafed triptych Angel, she knows just what to do In the half light of mornin', in a world
Please take away from me all these things I do not need Use me to keep your conscience clean Show me what to do To sacrifice for you I gladly give my
Slow days falling, one by one It is an endless cycle All things around me are holding their breath It is speechless, I wonder I build up walls of thoughts
He saw your bike chained to a tree Right outside the library Pulled over to go inside To see if you might need a ride But his head started thinking His