Walking The Tightrope ( No Colours Final Mix). by BLACK MIRROR
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listen
the hiss of silence
that remains after the scream
of that ghost that no longer shows his face
walking
through the desert
of pleasant indifference
no pain no grudge
Now I feel the ice of my winter on my skin
the fire of my summer
Now I can feel the tremor in my veins
Timeline has lost its endings, no tails to choke on
line is dot, and is my ground
walking the tightrope
The mountain
we had to climb
now gives me beautiful landscapes
to fly over with you
sometimes
your hand, close, I don´t grab it
other times
The ground you step on
isn´t underneath me
