This Circus - Chevelle

What did I have to lose

Being negative

I bled through the snow

Then never sat down

It’s clear for today

You’re sleazy at night

And soon as we heal

We will run

Or start swinging

For below there begging for it

I’m on my way, never settle

Always learning

People they beg us for it

I’m on my way

Better settle

Almost there

This might just feed the

Mother of all our needs

Turning over here

Luck must fight over me And never give in to Weird out the soul

Replace it with salt

I live within sight of This medicine man how perfectly

Sure of this circus

I start swinging

We start swinging

'Cause this might just feed

The mother of all needs

Turning over, heard it oh so clear

The mother of all our needs

Turning over, heard it oh so

Just run them off

Or grab and hold

Below there begging for it

I’m on my way, never settle

Always learning

People they beg us for it

I’m on my way

Better settle

Almost there

This might just feed

The mother of all needs

Turning over, heard it oh so clear

The mother of all our needs

Turning over, heard it oh so clear