Circus Lyrics - Stina Nordenstam

Tomorrow I will stretch out 

Like an acrobat 

And make my way to 

What's there 

I will get dressed 

Again, in spite of all 

With a laziness 

Of a circus 

Before or after the performance 

As I'm walking down the many stairs 

Remembering my stunts all over 

Remembering I'm sick and like to die 

I will be 

The only not mad woman in the park 

I will be 

What's left of longing on this earth 

It took two weeks to lead up to this agony 

The time without you is so slow 

And thirty years to spot the enemy 

I was not prepared to let you go 

I will be 

The only not mad woman in the park 

I will be 

What's left of longing on this earth