Max Webster

I see you there in your satin shirt / unfocussed eyes on the ceiling
Fluorescent lips on a painted face / i think i know what you're feeling
This tightrope just begins to feel like home
When the wind comes rising from a desert storm
And all i know is that tonight i might / let go the line, let go the line
Unwrap yourself for a starving man / come drown your thoughts if they bite you
Turn off the world if it makes you hurt / i'm just a clown but i like you
I see you there in your satin shirt / unfocussed eyes on the ceiling
A trace of smile on a frozen face / i think i know what you're stealing
Life has been likened to a poker deal
Or a poor brief candle or a karmic wheel
And all i know is that tonight i might / let go the line, let go the line