Tanya Donelly

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