You're on a tightropenOh honey, I'm on a tightrope toonThere's a balance we can strikenFrom trembling morning to stumbling nightnIf you happen to falter, I'd be right behind younBecause I'm on a tightrope toonnYou're under the guillotinenOh honey, I'm under that guillotine toonIt's been hanging over our headsnThis where are we going, where have we beennYou had your bad relationships you can't make them bad againnBut I'm sticking out my neck for younYeah, I'm under that guillotine toonnYou're treading on thin icenOh honey, I'm treading on thin ice toonWe tip-toe around the holesnIn conversation we don't dare to gonWe could slide our way into homenIf only our feet wouldn't keep getting coldnI'd patch up those holes for younWell, I'm treading on thin ice toonnYou're getting oldernOh honey, I'm getting older toonI ain't talking about no landslidesnNo tightropes, no guillotines, no thin icenThis world's got me just as scared and confused as younBut at least could stay by your sidenBecause I'm getting older toonI'm getting older toonBut I could get old with you