Ian Oliver - The Girl Who Danced For Death

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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

Written by:
Ian Oliver, Marty Robbins

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