You stood beside a burning bush

And let the trumpetmen catch fire

You squeezed a flood out of a stone

And all the people drank it dry

So all the ships returned to land

The birds could swim

The fish could fly

The angels couldn't understand

How everyone could get it right

Circus composer, you let us get closer

You stood below a tangerine

And let the fruit roll melt away

And all the world was you 

And we thought it were better anyway

Circus composer, could you write this all down?

You let us get closer,

You let us be found

Circus composer, could you make me a star?

If I tied myself to the wrecking ball