Lyrics Three Ring Circus - Botanica

Three Ring Circus

With a gambler’s pick
My velvet bag of tricks
I conjured up a sorceress
Made me forget
What was remiss
She took my hand
Turned my rags to silk
And our blood flowed strong and thick
AND ALL THE MAGIC THAT WE RODE INTO A 3 RING CIRCUS TENT I DOVE
I raised my glass, she poured the wine
My vision blurred and all was clear
The clowns in tears, the flyer’s fears
And like a top, the tent began to spin and the stars fell through the seams
AND ALL THE MAGIC THAT WE RODE INTO A 3 RING CIRCUS TENT I DOVE
Flames reach up
The heat is more than I can--Bare--my skin, shedding from within