It's a three-ring circus on the edge of town
With hoops and dogs and falling circus clowns
And I'm up on a tightrope and I can't look down
It's a highwire
It's a highwire
Then the crowd grows quiet, then the crowd grows still
I whisper, "I love you, and I always will"
Ahh, but you never can tell when you might Jack and Jill
From the highwire
From the highwire
This love (this love), this love (this love)
Is a highwire
This love (this love), this love (this love)
Is a highwire
This love (this love), this love (this love)
Is a highwire
It's a highwire, it's a highwire
Straight and narrow, stretched hard and tight
It's a centre shot in the glare of the cold spotlight
And I'm walking a thin line between day and night
On the highwire
On the highwire
And the hard ground's waiting in the dark below
And my heart's so heavy and I'm moving slow
And I'm hoping I make it, but you never know
On the highwire
On the highwire
This love (this love), this love (this love)
Is a highwire
This love (this love), this love (this love)
Is a highwire
This love (this love), this love (this love)
Is a highwire
It's a highwire, it's a highwire
It's a three-ring circus on the edge of town
With hoops and dogs and falling circus clowns
And I'm up on a tightrope and I can't look down
It's a highwire
It's a highwire
It's a highwire
It's a highwire