circus freaks and crying elephants
I dropped a coin into the hat of that which signified your soul
Thinking you’d end up having a dream, or at least a worthwhile goal
And I thought with that you’d dance one more time for my pathetic life
But instead you decided to juggle again with your red, hope-killing knife
You are the two-headed goat for my half human half snake
And I wonder again, how much longer is it going to take?
You are the tallest of men with the shortest of heart strings
Have they cut off your ear or do you just not bother with such things?
Why must you carry me along while you walk this damn straight line?
And you tell me that on the other side of it, that it will all be just fine
But I’m still losing my breath every time you lose your balance
I didn’t know back then that lying was one of your pointless talents
And I’ll still come to your show, still, paying to get in
How many people can they fit in that prison made of tin?
And how many times are you going to whip the sorry hide
Of an elephant whose tears help to drown the times she wished you died
Why, why are you still throwing fire over my head?
And why do I still always believe the things you’ve said
And why am I the only one wearing black in this rainbow?
You’re still wearing red; I guess it’s all the same though
A cold evening chill is making the tent walls shiver
And looking at you on that rope is making my lip quiver
There’s a message I’ve been waiting to tell you this whole year
But you’ve got a way of making truths and dreams quickly disappear
How come all the seats are empty now and I am the only one?
Except for the two swinging way up high-when will they be done?
Maybe they’re waiting like us, to make it to the other side too
I can see it in their lonely tears and from the tricks they do
Its come now that the grip of theirs is often much too loose
And that tightrope that we walk is better off now a handmade noose
To tie around the neck of those things that always tend to lurk here
And wash away the blood of freak shows with a blackened friendless tear
…and I wondered if it could ever be the way I wanted it to be for real
and I still thought in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t have to deal
and I breathed out so I could feel the warm air on my fingers
but the cold night truth that was exposed by your eyes still faintly lingers
Thinking you’d end up having a dream, or at least a worthwhile goal
And I thought with that you’d dance one more time for my pathetic life
But instead you decided to juggle again with your red, hope-killing knife
You are the two-headed goat for my half human half snake
And I wonder again, how much longer is it going to take?
You are the tallest of men with the shortest of heart strings
Have they cut off your ear or do you just not bother with such things?
Why must you carry me along while you walk this damn straight line?
And you tell me that on the other side of it, that it will all be just fine
But I’m still losing my breath every time you lose your balance
I didn’t know back then that lying was one of your pointless talents
And I’ll still come to your show, still, paying to get in
How many people can they fit in that prison made of tin?
And how many times are you going to whip the sorry hide
Of an elephant whose tears help to drown the times she wished you died
Why, why are you still throwing fire over my head?
And why do I still always believe the things you’ve said
And why am I the only one wearing black in this rainbow?
You’re still wearing red; I guess it’s all the same though
A cold evening chill is making the tent walls shiver
And looking at you on that rope is making my lip quiver
There’s a message I’ve been waiting to tell you this whole year
But you’ve got a way of making truths and dreams quickly disappear
How come all the seats are empty now and I am the only one?
Except for the two swinging way up high-when will they be done?
Maybe they’re waiting like us, to make it to the other side too
I can see it in their lonely tears and from the tricks they do
Its come now that the grip of theirs is often much too loose
And that tightrope that we walk is better off now a handmade noose
To tie around the neck of those things that always tend to lurk here
And wash away the blood of freak shows with a blackened friendless tear
…and I wondered if it could ever be the way I wanted it to be for real
and I still thought in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t have to deal
and I breathed out so I could feel the warm air on my fingers
but the cold night truth that was exposed by your eyes still faintly lingers