Traveling far, through the meadows and woods, hearing cries, echoes and woos Laughter and chants going down where the joker's play... A harrowing blues Nonchalant I remain In that old circus train The sweet bitter taste
Mean old circus Mean old circus Mean old circus be my twisted road Be the answer Be the answer My solution to the great unknown
A sweet illusion... Lost in confusion A new connection to my perception A dancing horse´s feathered crown Where all the painted suns go down Another curtain... A camel´s burden A new pretension toward my invention A song that cries for calliopes Comes so naturally It comes so naturally
A revelation...for conversation A new permission for my religion A sleeping lion´s lion dream In my forsaken evil schemes In books and movies... Keep talking to me A new direction for my correction We´ll dance across a silver thread Put the sky to bed... Put the sky to bed...
