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Circus Type Thing

from Cocooned by Sarah Fimm

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Full of this stuff
Just waiting for the 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

Ask what I think
And I'll tell you I think
That it's frightening
All of these places to dance
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
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 my goat-footed friend
And often I see him in you
Disguised as a song
He campaigns for the end
A few were reserved for the truth
Yeah a few were reserved for the truth

Finding no comforting words from the priest
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

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from Cocooned, released January 1, 2001

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