Ecliptic Songtext
von The Heirs

You cut the tightrope and I′m swinging
All your love and my heart is clinging
Running away from the pains that come to dawn
You cut the tightrope and I'm swinging
I don′t know what my head is thinking
All this time but my clock is running out

Well can you hear it?
Our time is running out
It's disappearing
Our time is running out

Waiting for the fall, waiting for the fall
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
Waiting for the fall, waiting for the fall
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We′re standing under your glass ceiling


Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We′re standing under your glass ceiling
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling

You cut the tightrope and I′m slipping
All the girls in the backyard tripping
Chaos breaking, everybody taking cover
Will I ever relax? Will I ever sit back?
Do we know where it all goes?
Will we ever relax? Will we ever sit back?
Will we always feel alone?

Well can you hear it?
Our time is running out
It's disappearing
Our time is running out

Waiting for the fall, waiting for the fall
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We′re standing under your glass ceiling
Waiting for the fall, waiting for the fall
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling


Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We′re standing under your glass ceiling
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling

(You cut the tightrope)
You hear that?
Our time is running out
(You cut the tightrope)
Come with me
(You cut the tightrope)
Days and days, goodbye
(You cut the tightrope)
Ecliptic

Waiting for the fall, waiting for the fall
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling
Waiting for the fall, waiting for the fall
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We′re standing under your glass ceiling

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We′re standing under your glass ceiling
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You got the guns and I got the feeling
We're standing under your glass ceiling