Siouxsie and the Banshees — Sleepwalking on the High Wire

You can see her now high as the horizon Fall into the quicksand and brainstorm my mind Balancing on tip-toe, sharpened to the glow In a tangle of thunder calling helplessly below Sleepwalking On the Highwire Sleepwalking Into the open palm of the empty sky You can't hear her now you can't reach her at all Spiral of persuasion twists until freefall Balancing on tip-toe, angled clutch and flow An accident at the circus, falling helplessly below Sleepwalking On the Highwire Sleepwalking Into the open palm of the empty sky Sleepwalking On the Highwire Sleepwalking Into the open palm of the empty sky