The Carnival is Over
OutsideThe storm clouds gathering,Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.Where flowers turning crane their fragile necksSo they can in turnReach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desireUnseen by the human eyeSomeone is calling.
I remember when you held my handIn the park we would play when the circus came to town.Look! Over here.
OutsideThe circus gatheringMoved silently along the rainswept boulevard.The procession moved on the shouting is overThe fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desireUnseen by the human eye.The carnival is overWe sat and watchedAs the moon rose againFor the very first time.