Hear it when I crunch the leaves on the ground
Imagine it's me, once green soon brown
And the wind will howl but I won't make no sound
After we pass through this circus
After they have swept the floor
It'll all go back to the way it was before
I keep myself distracted with the mirror pen
I store the words on paper instead of my head
It's like a cold glass of milk
When me and my stomach ache are stuck in bed
What if all the crazies are really sane
They see something that the rest of us can't
And I'll never feel the pain
Of having to fade away
After we pass through this circus
After they have swept the floor
It'll all go back to the way it was before
I'm fine being by myself
Not wasting wishes on women
When I'm throwing pennies in the well
I'm fine being by myself
I still got my tongue, don't I?
And a story to tell
After we pass through this circus
After they have swept the floor
It'll all go back to the way it was before
After we pass through this circus
After they have swept the floor
It'll all go back to the way it was before
It'll all go back to the way it was before
It'll all go back to the way it was before
It'll all go back to the way it was before