Cling

Last night I saw a man on a wire I saw this man reflecting back to me The balance and brilliance to which I aspire And of the freedom we all seek But the fog still lingers in my dreams And the thoughts of yesterday seem To cling To cling to me The flowing movement of his dance in the sky Knowing at any moment he could live or die Live your life on tightrope, he really keeps it high Reaching beyond fear or hope With the dawn ever in sight But the fog still lingers in my dreams And the thoughts of yesterday seem To cling To cling to me Refusing the rules, for success he would choose to make a plan Whether or not it is possible wasn't a matter at hand From the figure in the sky you could see he's a concrete man So when we look we would realise, well, maybe we too can His image would remind me of a waking dream Like daring to look through reality's tearing seams The fright from the fall that shakes your bed before you hit the ground Or the glimpse of a moment inside my head where lucidity is found To cling To cling To cling To cling to me