paroles de chanson Tightrope - Jordan Wrigley

In the eve of an age he walked
Through the towns and the lanes he walked
He lays himself in view of stars
But sleeps amongst the roots
And dreams of the day
His labours pull him through

Tomorrow is another day
And next year wont be the same as this
Don't think about yesterday
'Cos all it leaves you with is hurt and pain

From a drunken haze he woke
To the sobering smell of smoke
He sees his house is burning down
All he had built burning to the ground

Tomorrow is another day
And next year wont be the same as this
Don't think about yesterday
'Cos all it leaves you with is hurt and pain

You walk the line of life
Don't slip to either side
It's a tightrope
A fine rope
A neck rope
A jump rope

You walk the line of life
Don't slip to either side
It's a tightrope
A fine rope
A neck rope
A jump rope