The Girl Who Danced For Death

(Ooh) Your feet on fire You dance on wires in the skies And when I look upon your face Expect to see one petrified But no, the ballerina pirouettes again And leaping higher She tempts the fates and looks below At smoky lights and busy streets And all the people who don't know Look down, the faceless forms and silhouettes of men We let her go she has the right She climbs up fifty-seven flights And all the night we hold our breath She puts her feet out on the rope And armed with only skills and hope We watch the girl dance for death The windy city Blows kisses now to knock you down The gusts of air beneath you feet That left those bodies on the ground Below the figure in the sky that still remains In solemnity We stand together hand-in-hand To watch the shadow that will fall Into a heap upon the land We wait, so freezing cold inside the pouring rain We let her go she has the right She climbs up fifty-seven flights And all the night we hold our breath She puts her feet out on the rope And armed with only skills and hope We watch the girl dance for death Her clothing heavy She feels the weight of every drop She rolls her shoulders back in place And causes every heart to stop She moves, the cost of life that no-one can afford Yet holding steady She preps a leap into the sky A grand plié and then a jump The people gasp, the people cry But then, a perfect landing down onto the cord We let her go she had the right She climbed up fifty-seven flights And all the night we held our breath She put her feet out on the rope And armed with only skills and hope We watched the girl dance for death