Firewater - The Circus Lyrics
THE GIRL:I remember a jet slowly scrapingLow and heavy across a sky of slateI remember the angle of your elbowAs it doubled backIn the crack of fists across a faceI remember the suck of boots in mudGuttural, sexual, in those clandestine woodsTHE KILLER:Down at the river's edgeBelow the concrete bedThe smell of lilac in your hairWhere the stinging nettles growAnd the lonely rushes blowI left you in a culvert thereAshes to ashes and dust to dustBuildings and dreams dissolve into rustNow all the flowers are turning brownCause the circus is coming to townCause the circus is coming to townTHE GIRL:I remember dying to cry outBut throat-stuck with briars and stonesAs your ruddy lips grew much ruddierTHE KILLER:Step you lightly nowWe must keep our voices downThe dogs of remorseFollow close on the windTake your face off, don't be shyThey can't hunt you with their eyesBut surely they know the scent of sinAshes to ashes and dust to dustBuildings and dreams dissolve into rustNow all the flowers are turning brownCause the circus is coming to townCause the circus is coming to townTHE GIRL:I remember falling, falling backInto that tangled bed: a mesh of twigsDeflowered like a virgin brideIn the ground swell of springUnderneath that deciduous canopyPropped up with jagged scaffoldingIs that a train or thunder coming?Is that a train or thunder?
