(For Evan and Fonta: old souls/newlyweds)
Bad days become old times
Why is it sometimes life is like a silent movie
passing me by?
Just gray-scale frames per second, speeding along, no theme song,
Just another face losing a desperate race
(While cold hands chase hot tears)
And then you touch me, something so slight
And you tell me, "Just breathe, my love, and hold on tightrope tight."
Sliding down with you, these depths never felt so high
You appear, and I blush, I bloom
Outside turning inside
Why canít I decide which direction to go, to lead or to follow?
Fast footsteps stream past me, and all the while Iím
standing amazed, pushed and unpraised, afraid to
move-to lose-to win-to choose (To choose)
And then you touch me, something so slight
With just your breath on my cheek, you warm up my whole life
You say more without words, and my mood takes flight,
With just your lightning smile, a holiday from night
Swimming down with you, the unknown is dark, but dear,
These depths never felt so high, so hold on tightrope tight
New depths awaken . . . Hold on tightrope tight
Two hearts now taken . . . Hold on tightrope tight
. . . Just hold on tightrope tight
| Words by Charlotte Brewster | ||
| Music by Shawn Brice | ||
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| Charlotte Brewster | Voice | |
| Shawn Brice | Programming | |
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