The Circus Lyrics



THE GIRL: 

I remember a jet slowly scraping 

Low and heavy across a sky of slate 

I remember the angle of your elbow 

As it doubled back 

In the crack of fists across a face 

I remember the suck of boots in mud 

Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods 



THE KILLER: 

Down at the river's edge 

Below the concrete bed 

The smell of lilac in your hair 

Where the stinging nettles grow 

And the lonely rushes blow 

I left you in a culvert there 



Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 

Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust 

Now all the flowers are turning brown 

Cause the circus is coming to town 

Cause the circus is coming to town 



THE GIRL: 

I remember dying to cry out 

But throat-stuck with briars and stones 

As your ruddy lips grew much ruddier 



THE KILLER: 

Step you lightly now 

We must keep our voices down 

The dogs of remorse 

Follow close on the wind 

Take your face off, don't be shy 

They can't hunt you with their eyes 

But surely they know the scent of sin 



Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 

Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust 

Now all the flowers are turning brown 

Cause the circus is coming to town 

Cause the circus is coming to town 



THE GIRL: 

I remember falling, falling back 

Into that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs 

Deflowered like a virgin bride 

In the ground swell of spring 

Underneath that deciduous canopy 

Propped up with jagged scaffolding 

Is that a train or thunder coming? 

Is that a train or thunder?