High on a wire

Poised for an imminent fall

Clowns always smile

Greasepaint and lust in their pores

Start to sway and I hold your hand

Fall, the smile surrounds his head

Hot ashes, clay

Hot ashes fade

To lean, to err, too far along for me

To wait around, to smile is to accept

In center ring

Rolling in sawdust and hay

Covered in paint

Damn everything but the circus

Damn the men and the women who stare

At the freaks in the cages and snares

Hot ashes, clay

Hot ashes fade

To win, to err, to fall too far for safety

To lean, to wait a while is too easy

To lean towards, to fall too far for me

To wait a while around is too easy

To lean too long, to fall too far for safety

To seem to smile, to lie is to accept