Halfway through the circus
The big top caught fire
I opened my eyes again
On the high wire
Nothing left below me
But the sawdust and the bones
Ooh, what a funny feeling
 
I do yellow, I do red
Was a goldmine in my head
I go to the moon
And I believe it’s a beautiful song
I’d love to singalong on this 
New blue afternoon
 
Lonely fools on horses
Would go riding through the night
This pouring rain
Would give a monsoon a fright
Call it local colour
If you want, I’m sick of bitching
Ooh, what a funny feeling
Ooh, what a funny feeling
 
And I believe it’s a beautiful song
I’d love to singalong on this 
New blue afternoon