"How you hold on to bad news

I want to carry the sad out of you

You said that night when the day lost the light

If I’m walking on a wire

Slightly bent without an anchor Could I come down without a fall Catching clues of what I’m here for

Wound around that stubborn wound

Great lakes have tantrums too

I lied when I said that time would catch your head

When I’m walking on a wire Slightly bent without an anchor Could I come down without a fall Catching clues of what I’m here for

Around and round that stubborn wound The future can be the past too

You might need to lean

Into what you’ve always been

When I’m walking on a wire

Slightly bent without an anchor

Could I come down without a fall Catching clues of what I’m here for When I hover over fires

With embers of misunderstandings Can I come through without the burns Catching cues of where I’m landing"