behind every door there's a question

and just around the corner

there's a hole in the ground

that someone forgot to fix

but i'm still alive

still alive, still trying to sell my soul

for a ticket to the moon and the stars

once in a while i have a life

but somehow i always seem to mistake it for garbage

and throw it away

i must have messed up a million times or more

i guess nothing is so good

that you can't make it worse

nothing is so great

that you can't mess it up

nothing is so perfect

that you can't turn it down



it's always the same:

when the wind of wealth, love and fortune

is blowing my way

when my piece of reality

is becoming a butterfly

that's when the circus arrives



circus

i always act the clown

circus

always on the way down

circus

i drive myself insane

circus

why do i play this game



when i've turned water into wine

just when i've reached the shore

to the river of a splendid future

that's when the circus arrives



circus

i always act the clown

circus

always on the way down



when life feels great

that's when the circus comes to town



i've taught myself to die without a sound

to live without a reason

to smile without locking

i have no interest in this world

the universe inside my head

is bigger and better and nicer to me

in the streets i dream

you can walk around naked and drunk

all the time

at the end of the day the sun goes up

just because it wants to, and we dance

like water and children above the fire

it's beautiful

not at all like the real world

that claim exist

where living is like walking barefoot