Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase Rimmed with little key chain hearts And they tore those giant tents down Lions in the pouring rain And the birds in the pouring rain Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman Who had a glory bound lonely gaze She used to fit her head Inside an elephant's mouth With some kind of solitude grace When you find it, oh you better use it up You better hold on to it Like it's an answer to your prayers Spring is coming early this year, you can tell 'Cause everybody's got their old jobs back No one stays too long around here They left circles in the wide back fields And the farmers tried to cover up the scars You can still run your hands over soft black earth And wonder where they are Oh but my son left for the fields today He's a fourth generation Works good with his hands Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart And boy he loves to work that land Out on the streets in my new city You can see where shadows Make prints on the pavement They know when the Salvation Army truck Comes around Lions in the pouring rain And they're birds in the pouring rain They hold their cups Out by the side of the circus tent doors Between the bank and the HMV But you never hear The rattle on a rich man's coat Who's got it locked up with a key © SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; SPARKLE PLENTY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com