The Circus Video (MV)

THE GIRL:

I remember a jet slowly scraping

Low and heavy across a sky of slate

I remember the angle of your elbow

As it doubled back

In the crack of fists across a face

I remember the suck of boots in mud

Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods



THE KILLER:

Down at the river's edge

Below the concrete bed

The smell of lilac in your hair

Where the stinging nettles grow

The the lonely rushes blow

I left you in a culvert there



Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust

Now all the flowers are turning brown

Cause the circus is coming to town

Cause the circus is coming to town



THE GIRL:

I remember dying to cry out

But throat-stuck with briars and stones

As your ruddy lips grew much ruddier



THE KILLER:

Step you lightly now

We must keep our voices down

The dogs of remorse

Follow close on the wind

Take your face off, don't be shy

They can't hunt you with their eyes

But surely they know the scent of sin



Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust

Now all the flowers are turning brown

Cause the circus is coming to town

Cause the circus is coming to town



THE GIRL:

I remember falling, falling back

Into that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs

Deflowered like a virgin bride

In the ground swell of spring

Underneath that deciduous canopy

Propped up with jagged scaffolding

Is that a train or thunder coming?

Is that a train or thunder?