Cirkus Europa - Parisean Floor lyrics

rate me

I sat on a floor

a parisean floor

the loneliest time of the year

The unwelcome guest

I watch her undress

the loneliest time of the year

Stoned on the couch

having visions of art

checkered eyes pink cones in snow

alone on the couch

deciding to start

off something but really dont know

a picture of Jesus

in a wrinkled cloth

the room has turned bigger than it was before

I wouldnt know what

to do with it now

maybe just keep a close eye on the door

We drove thru the night

the new pounding night

branches grown out of my spine

the beat wakes the dead

the clowds around your head

are secretly strangely aligned

A picture of jesus

in a wrinkled cloth

the owner of fires and hurricanes

Has he come here to see

what is left of me yet

Has he come here to watch

as I float down the drain

What would you do If he loved me

What would you do to me then

What would you do if you loved me

again<br />

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Thanks to Razvan