Lyrics Circus Animals - The Ocean Blue

Circus Animals

You, the writer knew
You, the writer cared
Sold are things once told
Old are things once bold
The diamonds and the gold they are for real
Depending on the way they make you feel
We can touch the sky
You, oh you and I
Oh I can count to two
We can count to three
I line them up and they stare back at me
Creations in the mind and soul of me
Drift fall
Blue call
You, the writer knew
You, the writer cared
Diamonds and the gold they are for real
Depending on the way they make you feel