On fire on a tightrope

If you find your way
And get on your feet
One sunny day come walk with me
In lonely days
On fire on a tightrope
In dead ends I found a home

One new day off a crowded street
Above the rain began to freeze
And I watched your face
Alive in the first snow
In your eyes the light of home

In the morning tide
In a role that I had filed long away
I resolved in the deeps
In the hope to find a way
Did I become inane