Testo Strangers

Two people caught on a stringA high-wire act above the center ringWhile the audience is wonderingIf we'll make it backTwo people up on a wireOverhead and under fireWhile the audience enquireIf it's just a knackStrangers, after all, we find we're strangersAfter all this timeWe've made the long and the lonely climbAnd now we've reached the partWhere we find we're strangersWe were strangers from the startTwo people caught in the tideOn the edge of love and prideAnd both afraid to approach the sideAnd fall againTwo people playing the partBut which is life and which is artAnd isn't it a little lateTo start it all again