Scenes From A Circus - A.A. Bondy

Your lion has left the ring now

Blood there in the dust

Every jaw hanging open

Look on if you must

How are you dreaming?

High on your hill

Gold in the turning light

I remember it still

Up there somewhere in the ether

Summers without shoes

Now you’re here with the danger

Things you cannot do

How are you dreaming?

High on your hill

Gold in the turning light

I remember it still

I remember it still

I remember it still