On the rebound, fumbling all the lines The light at the end of the bottle Alcoholic alphabet, through the looking glass The proof in my own reflection, reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search Cinderella search, search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold With a horizontal in conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search Cinderella search
On the rebound, writing all the lines Dreaming bartender's bourbon and the saxaphone Out of luck, out of charm I forgive rejections In cigarette city only courting the holding of direction On the Cinderella search, Cinderella search
But the samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seas and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the mortal, the grail In a marquee of promises I touch the dream, I hold the dream I have the dream to end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search Oh no more, no more
Exposing the bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid polaroid eyes, polaroid eyes The footman memorized the number but the prince still holds Both the slippers and would you leave a palace For a bedsit in Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Gave me time, won't you give me the time?
Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets Always the cue sheets but nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, Welcome back to the circus!