Platform Fire - Jack's Mannequin

Tore up like your baby blue jeans

I was stepping through a fog

Under pressure, but I’m feeling weightless

Can’t let heaven’s pin-stripe shooting

Leave you carrying a cross

Across the desert when you’re feeling faithless

After all, this haze is only temporary

Laughter falls on deaf ears in the auditorium

Stories stacked up so tall

And you don’t talk me down

You’re talking me through

Bright lights, our platform fire

I’m a man on a wire

You’re here for the view

Scattered in the mist, unmoving

It’s getting hard for you to watch

Me under pressure when I’m feeling weightless

Up where tensions aren’t computing

And where I’ve never fallen off

I guess I’d like to think your worry’s wasted

Worry’s wasted on me

After all, this haze may not be temporary

I heard you call

From the back row of the auditorium

Stories stacked up so tall

And you don’t talk me down

You’re talking me through

Bright lights, our platform fire

I’m a man on a wire

You’re here for the view

I’m a man on a wire

You’re here for the view

So tell me what you think

When you see me there

And tell me what you see

When the smoke is clear

Tore up like your baby blue jeans

I was stepping through a fog

Stories stacked up so tall

And you don’t talk me down

You’re talking me through

Yeah, just like you always do

Bright lights, our platform fire

I’m a man on a wire

You’re here for the view

I’m a man on a wire

You’re here for the view

Bright lights, our platform fire

I’m a man on a wire

You’re talking me through