When you are up there high,
I always wonder why,
I always wonder how,
You can be controlling the crowd.
Thousand faces stare at you, and are absolutely terrified.
Tightrope dancer, balancing death and life.
How can you be so fearless?
What is your magic,
What is the secret of your trade?
You tell me — who you are in real life?
Where are you going
After the music stops to play?
When you are up there high,
I always wonder why,
I always wonder how,
You can be controlling your mind.
Thousand feet in air, you have no feelings beyond control.
Tightrope dancer, never afraid to fall.