Paroles de 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
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 Put the sky to bed...put the sky to bed...
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 Put the sky to bed...put the sky to bed...
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