На смертном одре или в цирке, Плевать где терпеть ваши насмешки! Я в центре этого цикла, Где цыпы строят из себя целок, а целки из себя цып! И при таких
Всё забыв нельзя назад вернуть ту жизнь Где ты так счастлив был, мечтою жил, но всё разбил в один миг (Невозможно повернуть назад себя) Зря фото хранил
It's time now to turn off the light This has been such a beautiful night We have served you a lot of delights And some really wonderful sights My friend
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last
на танцполе, Как будто мы в цирке. Начали! Покажи мне что ты можешь! Я делаю это (как как как как в цирке) Да. Ты хочешь так? (как как как как в цирке
Ladies and gentlemen Boys and girls Step right up, step right up Come closer, you won't believe your eyes Behind this curtain, Witness something you've
She's from a world Of popcorn and candy Only your eyes for a dime Little children laughing I'm from a world Of disapointments and confusions But I want
Will the kids in the back deny it?! Will the kids in the back deny it?! Our heads are all empty, our hearts in flat lines Will the kids in the back deny
Silence please 'cos i've got something to say And i'm going round in circles every day The more I shout the more I hesitate Now that you're gone Now that
The day the Circus of Heaven came to town Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around On the
I pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting they embraced Years of bad decisions
It's just a fly love song, what Mmm It's just a fly love song, what Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
There?s only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe Well baby I?m a put-on-a-show kinda girl Don?t like
There's only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain and the ones that observe Well baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kind of girl Don't like
Written by Steven Wilson [instrumental]
Anything you want, everything you need Every time you take, what's on offer You can step on out, you can do without You don't have to be like every other
One day the boy decided to let them know the way he felt inside He could not stand to hide it His mother, she broke down and cried Oh my Father, why
