You can see her now
High as the Horizon
Born into quicksand
And raised on the mud
Balancing on tiptoe
Sharpened to the blow
In a tangle of thunder
Falling helplessly below
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking on the high wire
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking into the open palm of the empty sky
You can't hurt her now
You can't reach her at all
A spiral of persuasion
Twists until freefall
Balancing on tiptoe
Angles plush and slow
An accident of circus
Falling helplessly below
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking on the high wire
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking into the open palm of the empty sky...