Walk between the lights of a circus,
a man spitting fire, looking up, howling at the moon,
incomplete fragments of information like a rebus,
everything changing, everything's always soon.

Walk in circles watching past them, whaching thought.
Enjoying that bit of nature that surrounds us,
I wish the colors didn't fade, but then they do,
because we're all that's painted on this canvas.

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Psychoactive breeze over the city when it's warm,
while I think, and part of my thinking goes to you.
And I know that it's just the silence before the storm,
but you know me - you know I'm just another fool.

Seen every type of mad beast in this crazy place,
fed them and watched them fighting through the glass,
so many people - not a single friendly face,
everything's just something to be walked past.

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Racing lights, through the night, to the left, to the right,
got stuck, tripping 'bout the flowing of this life stream,
such a large city but everyone feels tight.
Trapping motions - one day grand, the other grim.

Everyone's from nowhere - the landscape grotesque,
dancing slowly to the rhytm of the city's beat,
in this multi-cultural, show of burlesque,
And you're part of it, still not sure if you fit in.

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I'm holding up the pieces, makin' up day by day,
spend my time in the circus, dance along, going mad,
always talking, often with nothing to say,
take it as it comes, on the edge of the thread.

This is what I need now, I've already paid,
and you think it was me - not just me I'm afraid!
but there wasn't much done, there wasn't much said,
and I kept you out, but you'd have left anyway!

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But you see, we rocked that ****, and we let it go.
I'm a memory, and I do realise it's my bad,
and I wish that we could at least remembered so,
'cause you left so much more than a shape in my bed.

So this is my letter, my thinking of you,
not to leave another chapter of my life unresolved,
and you're still in my smile, I hope you approve,
I just listened to my instinct, did what I was told.