I love to watch these acrobats

Their never-ending balancing acts

Two bodies bend unflinchingly

And stretch to meet each other's needs on a tightrope

With such ease

I watch them from the audience

And marvel at what makes no sense

Unburdened by fear and distrust

They carry out what they discussed on a trapeze

Are you an acrobat

Are you an acrobat

Are you an acrobat, my love?

I'm wary of their sanity

No safety net, just gravity

They'll risk it all to feel the thrill

Of bending to each other's will in the spotlight

Way up high

Still I want to be an acrobat

To feel as free and connected as that

Two lovers of a certain ilk

Bound by leaps of faith and aerial silks

Lost in the moment

I'll be an acrobat

I'll be an acrobat

I'll be an acrobat for you