There is no grace or poise I've truly known In childlike wonder or screaming for your life But there's some in everyone Who cares to undo every flight the crow has flown
You think we know what we're doing here You think you know what we're all about There is no romance to lie or sensationalize Well I grieve for clipped wings of desire
I won't taint the blood that runs So thinly in our high wire phase With memory now a sweet and distant balance We drank again, we're drunk again
