When you fall, I will pick you up When you call my name I will answer it When you touch, I will close your hands I will close your eyes, when you've seen
You got your nasty sunglasses, to show that you're the fastest Every Sunday driver beware Take a left down the next street, down to the beach There's
You bring your books along and I can wake up You are the sacred one and I'm not like that Ma always said I should be someone else I'm just myself, I'm
Over the hills and over the state line Over the trees but only at stop signs Over the edge and over the lines Stop for a moment, fumble for car keys Some
They will break you, they will cut you down They will turn you, they will turn you around They will twist you, you will let them You will let them in,
Run away and join the circus Learn to fly, yeah learn to fly Run away just to see if I can do it by myself Run away, play the guitar Make it cry, yeah
See her walking down the street, look the other way Just a brown-eyed girl who's walking away from me Who will ask her how she feels, she never talks
Touch, turn, look and see There's something that you want from me But it's something that I do not have It's something I aint got to give (I said) Love
I wanna die, I wanna die just like James Dean Things are moving me, I'm always stopping and Things are different, things change and I don't know why I've been flying
Jonny comes and says he's going to a place where things are better Hope he doesn't miss us much, promised to send a letter Jonny comes and says he wants
Of every car that ever was supposed to take us out of here And I've known you since the day you were born Lift your chin up, the circus is coming to
Well the barman say last rounds and he wipes the table And he looks over my shoulder, he's looking at someone else And I see my reflection, it doesn't
Übersetzung: Flying Circus. From My Hood To Your Hood.
Übersetzung: Flying Circus. Pony Ride.
ve been through this before Too late to cover up my tracks Damn the fool who begs for more I'll take my past and paint it black Now the circus has
and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade, Circus
: Where were you when I was still kind Just a water treader Waiting on the line Just a dry gin drinker Master and a hound Turned a circus swinger Look
: Back to the big top Back to the crowd Back to the cannon blasts, we loud Back to the tightrope Back to the lions Back to the acrobatics flying Babies
