Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circus, artist - Psycore
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Circus |
Behind every door there’s a question |
And just around the corner |
There’s a hole in the ground |
That someone forgot to fix |
But i’m still alive |
Still alive, still trying to sell my soul |
For a ticket to the moon and the stars |
Once in a while i have a life |
But somehow i always seem to mistake it for garbage |
And throw it away |
I must have messed up a million times or more |
I guess nothing is so good |
That you can’t make it worse |
Nothing is so great |
That you can’t mess it up |
Nothing is so perfect |
That you can’t turn it down |
It’s always the same: |
When the wind of wealth, love and fortune |
Is blowing my way |
When my piece of reality |
Is becoming a butterfly |
That’s when the circus arrives |
Circus |
I always act the clown |
Circus |
Always on the way down |
Circus |
I drive myself insane |
Circus |
Why do i play this game |
When i’ve turned water into wine |
Just when i’ve reached the shore |
To the river of a splendid future |
That’s when the circus arrives |
Circus |
I always act the clown |
Circus |
Always on the way down |
When life feels great |
That’s when the circus comes to town |
I’ve taught myself to die without a sound |
To live without a reason |
To smile without locking |
I have no interest in this world |
The universe inside my head |
Is bigger and better and nicer to me |
In the streets i dream |
You can walk around naked and drunk |
All the time |
At the end of the day the sun goes up |
Just because it wants to, and we dance |
Like water and children above the fire |
It’s beautiful |
Not at all like the real world |
That claim exist |
Where living is like walking barefoot |
Over broken glasses |
With a baby dinosaur on each shoulder |
Where the only purpose in life |
Is to grow older |
That’s not it, love is it |
Love is the tallest flower in your garden |
Love is a helmet and there’s a war out there |
Burning flesh everywhere |
Unsecure elements of fear |
Lethal hunger for peace and tranquillity |
Question: how come you can’t accept |
The fat sweaty person on the seat next to you |
On the concord to paradise |
Your world is too small |
You are too blind |
Your brain is too fat, that’s why |
Nothing is so good |
That you can’t make it worse |
Nothing is so great |
That you can’t mess it up |
Nothing is so perfect |
That you can’t turn it down |
Nothing is so good |
Nothing is |
Nothing |