I had been planning for a winding line to take me to a coast of dreamers. I was careering, just flash of red running over railway sleepers. Now I'm nearer you, I'm lifted to a higher plane, Where the mainline is a slack line, and I'm balancing my weight, Putting one foot then the other, a slow dance to the rising sun. As I take a step from the ledge, you keep me hanging on invisible threads, In a solitary burning dream I've been suspended. Right over your head... In the growing space here between our crowded buildings, From a headline to a blank page and a silence on the airwaves, I move one foot then the other and place my faith in the web you spun. As I take a step from the ledge you keep me hanging on invisible threads In a solitary burning dream I've been suspended. When the morning mist lifts away, You'll see me reaching for invisible threads, For a momentary burning dream I'll be remembered. I put one foot then the other A slow dance to the rising sun