Acrobat - Tanya Donelly

You’d have to be an acrobat to touch her

Where she can feel a thing

You’d have to be a racecar diver

To catch up with him

You’d have to be an astronaut you’d have to be a shrink

You’d have to be an acrobat

'cause where they go

Nobody knows

She throws out her feet he holds them

He stands on her hands she trips him

You’d have to be an acrobat

You’d have to a saint

You’d have to be racecar diver

'cause where they go where they go

Nobody knows