Mean Old Circus

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
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

sweet illusion...lost in confusion
new connection to my perception
dancing horse´s feathered crown
Where all the painted suns go down
Another curtain...a camel´s burden
new pretension toward my invention
song that cries for calliopes
Comes so naturally
It comes so naturally

revelation ...for conversation
new permission for my religion
sleeping lion´s lion dream
In my forsaken evil schemes
In books and movies...keep talking to me
new direction for my correction
We´ll dance across a silver thread
Put the sky to bed...put the sky to bed...