A grumbling old little car
Leaving leaflets along the way
"Come all tonight at 8
Come to the Tearful Circus"
I was alone and looking for
A shelter from the drizzle
I paid for a seat at the ticket office
In a caravan that was falling apart
At the Tearful Circus
You can see what you want to see
This night the clouds
Cast an ivory shadow on my life
And I see
Between the red and golden curtains
Some people I once knew
Some memories stuck to me
Like the exhalation of a perfume
And I'm cold
An old forceless lion
Winked its eyes thrice
It said, I think, in morse code
"I cannot jump, I'm afraid of fire"
Then a depressed clown
Wept over my shoulder
"I do my gags in vain
When I fall I'm not funny!"
At the Tearful Circus
You can see what you want to see
This night the clouds
Cast an ivory shadow on my life
And I see
Between the red and golden curtains
Some people I once knew
Some memories stuck to me
Like the exhalation of a perfume
And I'm cold
At the Tearful Circus
You can see what you want to see
This night the clouds
Cast an ivory shadow on my life
And I see
Between the red and golden curtains
Some people I once knew
Some memories stuck to me
Like the exhalation of a perfume
A weird equestrian ballet
Whinnies and kicks
There's only a drum in the orchestra
All the brasses are ill
The ones who blow are out of breath
There's no one left but the ones who tap
There's no one left but the ones who tap
There's no one left but the ones who tap
At the Tearful Circus...