"Some hotel guests don't show up on room lists. The circus travels on and on, coming closer to some than they ever desired, making them disappear. Almost. A toast to the old days and to those who didn't fade away."
The longer I keep smiling The harder the pain gets Thanks for hugs and kisses And sharing ev'ry bed
Ugly is the present And rotten is the past Thanks for the hotel room key And killing me so fast
Fading me out Fading me out What makes me disappear one day Fading me out Will be the last short term stay
Thanks for talking part in there Thanks for having fun Joined the circus, walked the walk Thanks to you I'm gone
Maybe I'm a prisoner Of what I brought to life In that case I'll donate myself A cake without a file
Will you ever ask me Or will you ever know How deep the blade cuts When it's me who does it hard and slow
Lead: SchwarzTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
