How does it feel with curtains down? And crowds so loud are soon forgotten They scream and shout into the night And hurl about
And how does it feel with big-top down? Deflated clown retreats forgotten A hazy mess of yellow, red and muddy brown
Maybe tonight I'll jump through this ring of fire Hoping to land right by your side Or walk across tightrope wire in denial See you on the other side
Abigail's holding herself to a dream Of tightrope wire artists suspended on beams Lions in cages and ten dancing girls Covered in sequins, drowning in their own curls Ringmaster, please, let me off of this ride 'Cause I'm starting to think that there's no place to hide So you climb down the cannon and wait for the spark That'll send you off shooting, straight into the dark
She comes down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down
Maybe tonight I'll jump through this ring of fire Hoping to land right by your side Or walk across tightrope wire in denial See you on the other side
Maybe one day we'll take this ride Holding each others hands, we're fine We'll walk across this crazy line One hundred feet up in the sky Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
