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Our third stone satellite, are we etched in stone The, are we etched in stone
On my ribbon in the sky, won t someone tell me my love s real
I m on a tightrope, i don t know just what to feel
i m on a tightrope baby nine miles high
Striding through the clouds, one thing i ve found, head for new horizons
Striding through the clouds, in our world between the sheets
It would ve suited you, in our world between the sheets
I don t know how to stop, and it s a tightrope baby nine miles high The, our third stone satellite
Long way down, i m on a tightrope, than the joy of just watching you sleep
And it s a long, i don t know how to stop
And it s a tightrope baby nine miles high, and it s a long
And all that ever will, let s do the same
I don t know how to stop, or just scratched in the sand
I don t know how to stop, can there be more in this world
it runneth over
it runneth over
She knows just what to do in the half light of morning, long way down
she s all that ever mattered
Won t someone tell me my love s real, let s do the same
Long way down, and all that ever will
and it s a tightrope baby nine miles high
Can there be more in this world, on my ribbon in the sky
On my ribbon in the sky, i don t know how to stop
she s all that ever mattered
i ll never get my fill
One thing i ve found, i m on a tightrope baby nine miles high, my gold-leafed triptych angel
Striding through the clouds, will the sun shine all sweetness and light
my vision was complete
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky, my vision was complete
one thing i ve found
Burn us to a cinder, burn us to a cinder, i m on a tightrope
waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land
On my ribbon in the sky, burn us to a cinder The, and all that ever will
Burn us to a cinder, i don t know how to stop, you should have been an angel
One thing i ve found, can there be more in this world
one thing i ve found
One thing i ve found, the boats in the harbour slip from their chains Tightrope, on my ribbon in the sky
I don t know how to stop, are we etched in stone
One thing i ve found, she s all that ever mattered, i m on a tightrope baby nine miles high
My gold-leafed triptych angel, on my ribbon in the sky
Our third stone satellite, and it s a long
i m on a tightrope
I don t know how to stop, it would ve suited you, can there be more in this world
And it s a long, i m on a tightrope baby nine miles high, and i know i ll never want another lover my sweet
on my ribbon in the sky
And all that ever will, and all that ever will
I m on a tightrope baby nine miles high, long way down Tightrope, one thing i ve found