hands out
reach out, out out there with all fingers
touch something beyond the zone of terror
it's all dead space anyway
tightly filled with all the ghosts you've conjured up and collected,
a bag of tricks of existence that keeps you entertained
on this long, cold road while you sit hidden inside the little box
but really i scratch my head again and again
watching the juggling acts,
the jealously guarded clown walking the tight rope
the trapeze artist zooming through the air without a safety net
and so many of us watch and wish and do just that ....
playing the circus acts to distract ourselves and others
walking the tight rope juggling, zooming through the air
never facing the mirror
it all seems like a grand adventure, doesn't it?
it takes courage to be the circus clown
anything, anything rather than touching the wanton heart.
what else is there in our bag of tricks to entertain love away?
touch something beyond the zone of terror
it's all dead space anyway
tightly filled with all the ghosts you've conjured up and collected,
a bag of tricks of existence that keeps you entertained
on this long, cold road while you sit hidden inside the little box
but really i scratch my head again and again
watching the juggling acts,
the jealously guarded clown walking the tight rope
the trapeze artist zooming through the air without a safety net
and so many of us watch and wish and do just that ....
playing the circus acts to distract ourselves and others
walking the tight rope juggling, zooming through the air
never facing the mirror
it all seems like a grand adventure, doesn't it?
it takes courage to be the circus clown
anything, anything rather than touching the wanton heart.
what else is there in our bag of tricks to entertain love away?