the caravans are rolling out
on the closing day
i see you standing in the crowd
i want so much to say
if i don't look as lost as you
it's just because i've learnt to hide it
walking the tightrope everynight
that was all we ever needed to know
i love you honey but the season is over
where are you going ?
my conscious is up and down
i'm a human cannonball
i don't feel so holy now
have i ever been at all ?