Tightrope Walker (Wild Milk) - Rome

Was she ever seeking consolation

Was she ever prey to the tears

Isn’t she reeking of masturbation

Like the rest of us

She learned to dance by herself

Finding peace on intolerance

And the current roaring his name

She learned to free herself

She learned to walk without fear

And with that slightly bowed grace of her

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

She read the books of twilight

But there’s no guardian of hers but him

For whom she’d weep and die the death that doesn’t die

Oh, she’s no friend of mine

I would’ve been back on my knees in no time

I do not flow in her river

Quick or slow

She’s a

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker

(Her thoughts so cruel and radiant)

Tightrope walker

(You would sleep inside her fragrance)

Tightrope walker

(You'd get lost in her dance)

Tightrope walker

(She's a port reached by chance)

Tightrope walker

(She doesn’t live on fury and sound)

Tightrope walker

(But she carries honey and silk)

Tightrope walker

(She will go for your tongue)

Tightrope walker

(She's like wild milk)

Tightrope walker

Tightrope walker