Two people caught on a string

A high-wire act above the center ring

While the audience is wondering

If we'll make it back



Two people up on a wire

Overhead and under fire

While the audience enquire

If it's just a knack



Strangers, after all, we find we're strangers

After all this time

We've made the long and the lonely climb

And now we've reached the part

Where we find we're strangers

We were strangers from the start



Two people caught in the tide

On the edge of love and pride

And both afraid to approach the side

And fall again



Two people playing the part

But which is life and which is art

And isn't it a little late

To start it all again?

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