Circus Type Thing lyrics

Song information

Artist: Sarah Fimm
Album: Cocooned

Lyrics

Full of this stuff, just waiting for a sign
Watching the years I am watching… the flowers die
The spider within holding on by string
Still I'm all alone hearing this circus type thing
So ask what I think, I'll tell you I think that it's frightening
All of these places to dance and yet we are still
A weightless improbable force has come to enlighten
But why should we listen if there's nothing in it to kill?
Often I'm hearing these questions my friend
You're never quite hearing the sounds
But thanks for the voices
These sweet little voices, they follow me all the way down
It seems that we dream hard for peaches and cream and their sweetness
If we are what we eat then why are we not sweet ourselves?
And where's this arcadian gateway once loved by pandora?
Did she bring our demise or be true to the nature of self?
Often I'm seeing by goat-footed friend
And often I see him in you
Disguised as a song he campaigns for the end
But a few were reserved for the truth
A few were reserved for the truth
I'm finding no comforting words from the priest, but I've found that each season can sing
If she'd survived beyond winter she might've seen the spring
To see that we all make this circus type thing

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Cocooned" album track list