Texty:
Toad The Wet Sprocket Bread Circus

Covered in roses Covered in roses Covered in roses No-one deserves it all Covered in roses Covered in roses What are they looking for? Take me for what

Azul palido, as death it waits for me After storms, and after pouring rain Weakest thunder, pale blue remains Azul palido, as death it follows me Mocking

, too far along for me To wait around, to smile is to accept In center ring Rolling in sawdust and hay Covered in paint Damn everything but the circus

So suddenly Where was my mind What was I thinking of I lost control You could have died I could have killed you But when we recovered I only thought

Should I have believed I was still a boy Naive and sane, protected wholly Tongue-tied and restless Breathing of futures Know meI am not a child 'Though