They're going higher Wind is whistling on the barbs Your head's a hammer Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire (Meet you at the) hang wire That man is a liar The day is like a warm night Salt rusts the cold line Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire (Meet you at the) hang wire Every morning and every day I'll bossanova with you If there were a fire Can we scratch beneath this Hang wire, hang wire, hang wire (Meet you at the) hang wire?