Tightrope from Twin Moons by Elle Archer

wire up in the sky
let’s give it another try
fighting the urge to jump and fly
drawn like a moth to a firefight

tightrope, walking on your own turf
a big risk, big enough to get hurt
you may not allow yourself to see it now
i hope you come around

feelings drawn with pilot pens
crossing out my errors when
frustration like a freight train
hits me, i’ll text you back again
why, oh why

why don’t i just cut the cord now
let you fly off on your own doubt
your feathers have got under my skin now
my balance is thrown and i am looking down
i want you like a queen desires a crown

fuck i think i’m falling now
fuck i think i’m falling now
oh god, i think i’m falling now
oh god, i think i’m falling now
baby, baby, baby don’t look down

• Alternative
• electronic
• guitar
• indie
• indiepop
• trans
• Portland