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