Circus

(альбом: Audrey Horne - 2010)

Hold your breath as you cross this bridge
You feel a shiver when it's storms like this
Try not to focus on what's underneath
You feel the wood crack beneath your feet

It's getting better but it seems so wrong
It's not me, no, it's not me
Inside the circus there's a thousand eyes
And they're staring down on me

Days, they come like this and pass
Like a slideshow or a cabaret
Try to scream through your broken lungs
And tell your story with a twisted tongue

But you don't wanna see the world like I do
Obsessed, possessed, and out of tune
'Cause I don't really think it's worth it, you'll see
Covered up in sawdust, it makes it harder to breathe

It's getting better but it seems so wrong
It's not me, no, it's not me
Inside the circus there's a thousand eyes
And they're staring down on me

I'll cut 'em up all for you, I'll be damned
If it's all pretty and good out there
And I swear that I'm a sucker for the ugly things
You're keeping in your closet, girl

It's getting better but it seems so wrong
It's not me, no, it's not me
Inside the circus there's a thousand eyes
And they're staring down on me

It's getting better but it seems so wrong
It's not me, no, it's not me
And every time I open up this box
It keeps staring back at me