Walking on a Wire

Balancing my loose head on my neck
As if I'm ordinary
Trying to stop the corners of my mouth
From falling down
I'm slipping into something heavy
A marching jacket made of pennies
I read the books my fingers touch
But my heads in a different town entirely

I'm walking on a wire you see
And there's a breeze that's getting rough
So I might need picking up off of the pavement
A straight line's become a maze man
I hope this feeling fades man
I hope this feeling fades

There was a quiver in my core
As though I was newly born and swaddled on the chip shop floor
A kingless heir, no one to follow
I was looking at the back of my own head in the mirror
Thinking this ain't right
I was looking at the back of my own head in the mirror
Thinking this ain't right

And now I skip straight to the page with the paintings
Words mean nothing anymore
I think of you and my fears start waning
You've got my chucking worry on the chopping board
I skip straight to the page with the paintings
Words mean nothing anymore
I think of you and my fears start waning
You've got my chucking worry on the chopping board

Entirely

I'm walking on a wire you see
And there's a breeze that's getting rough
So I might need picking up off of the pavement
A straight line's become a maze man
I hope this feeling fades man
I hope this feeling fades tomorrow

Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades tomorrow

Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades
Man I hope this feeling fades tomorrow