The Circus

Sweet night time

Us drinking our wine

Bats sang the songs of the night

And the circus passed by

When everything rang in the dark

There were bells in the park

The hook, the umbrellas, the track

We skipped through the cracks

And you sang as you lit the lamps

Facing out to the garden

And I felt words on my tongue

But the voice wasn’t mine

Now that the circus is gone

There’s trash on the lawn

A quiet phone is ringing inside

And life is a lie

Easter bells filling the air