Mean Old Circus - Gaby Moreno

Traveling far, through the meadows and woods, hearing cries, echoes and woos…

Laughter and chants going down where the joker’s play… a harrowing blues

Nonchalant I remain

In that old circus train

The sweet bitter taste…

Mean old circus

Mean old circus

Mean old circus be my twisted road

Be the answer

Be the answer

My solution to the great unknown

A sweet illusion… lost in confusion

A new connection to my perception

A dancing horse´s feathered crown

Where all the painted suns go down

Another curtain… a camel´s burden

A new pretension toward my invention

A song that cries for calliopes

Comes so naturally

It comes so naturally

A revelation… for conversation

A new permission for my religion

A sleeping lion´s lion dream

In my forsaken evil schemes

In books and movies… keep talking to me

A new direction for my correction

We´ll dance across a silver thread

Put the sky to bed… put the sky to bed…