One foot then the other Thick air, empty space down below Tip-toe tightrope walker Straight line-- it's a path that I know Look ahead, keep my balance Clear my head and forget what's behind Focus not on the absence Focus not on the need to rewind But he's that tremor on my string A sudden gust of wind Just a word a brush of skin I lose sight of everything Not much of a talker His laugh, my feet start to slip Too late, tightrope walker Tripped over the freckle on his bottom lip 'Cause he's that tremor on my string A sudden gust of wind Just a word a brush of skin I lose sight of everything We lock eyes and I tremble You smile, my pulse skips I'm losing my composure every time you bite your lip One hand on the wire, it's too close to call If you did this on purpose If you knew how far I'd fall 'Cause you're that tremor on my string A sudden gust of wind Every time I let you in I lose sight of everything A tremor on my string A sudden gust of wind Just a word a brush of skin I lose sight of every I lose sight of of every thing