Tightrope - Field Report

If I know you’re going

And if I know you’re gone

Should I pretend you’re not?

Our love is gravity and water

Seeping through the roof

And pooling in the garage

Waiting out the thaw to patch up all the cracks

Ripping out the walls while it’s dripping down your back

There’s a couple ways this works and a thousand ways it can’t

You know I know all about that bag you got packed

I’ve been climbing up every power line

If I’m guessing where you’ve been

I haven’t felt your love in the longest time;

I just want to see us from above again

Tightrope walker strung a wire over the infield of the racetrack

It’s ripe for disaster, the wind’s picking up

And gets amplified by all of the gasps

They thing you’re gonna fall, and your mother’s taking bets

I want to make love to you underneath the nets

And our oil-slick skin can hold a thousand sunsets

Drift away in my version of the summer we got left