baby walks a wire without a net
baby gives his heart with no regret
and from this height where hell risk the fall
for a glimpse of what might be
he waits for me
I can trace my memory through the dust
the ruins of my wanderlust
but those are lost who try to cross through
the sorrow fields too easily
he waits for me
I have seen loves wings of grace
cross his fallen-angel face
baby walks a wire so perilous
offers up his hope like a prayer for us
to finally feel loves worldly weight
lean up against my garden gate
he waits for me
baby gives his heart with no regret
and from this height where hell risk the fall
for a glimpse of what might be
he waits for me
I can trace my memory through the dust
the ruins of my wanderlust
but those are lost who try to cross through
the sorrow fields too easily
he waits for me
I have seen loves wings of grace
cross his fallen-angel face
baby walks a wire so perilous
offers up his hope like a prayer for us
to finally feel loves worldly weight
lean up against my garden gate
he waits for me