Andrew Belle - Tower

How the fog hangs above the cityscape there's a cloud of angels above your bed tonight i'm watching through the window on the fire escape by the line weighing your laundry there's ripples in the bed sheets like waves in a sea from every breathe you're taking i'm walking a tight rope above the city cars are passing by beneath my feet i'm wanting you to walk with me on this wire, from tower to tower when the dusk settles in the torture begins in my chest the fire won't rest from the secrets that we kept there's a symphony of sirens down on the street and all of the noise makes my ears ring these syncopated lights have convinced my eyes that i've become hypnotized