You walk out on the high wire
  you're a dancer on thin ice
  you pay no heed to the danger
  and less to advice
  your footsteps are forbidden
  but with a knowledge of your sin
  you throw your love to all the strangers
  and caution to the wind
  And you go dancing through doorways
  just to see what you will find
  leaving nothing to interfere
  with the crazy balance of your mind
  and when you finally reappear
  at the place where you came in
  you've thrown your love to all the strangers
  and caution to the wind
  It takes love over gold
  and mind over matter
  to do what you do that you must
  when the things that you hold
  can fall and be shattered
  or run through your fingers like dust