behind every door there's a question
and just around the corner
there's a hole in the ground
that someone forgot to fix
still alive, still trying to sell my soul
for a ticket to the moon and the stars
once in a while i have a life
but somehow i always seem to mistake it for garbage
i must have messed up a million times or more
i guess nothing is so good
that you can't make it worse
that you can't mess it up
that you can't turn it down
when the wind of wealth, love and fortune
that's when the circus arrives
when i've turned water into wine
just when i've reached the shore
to the river of a splendid future
that's when the circus arrives
that's when the circus comes to town
i've taught myself to die without a sound
i have no interest in this world
the universe inside my head
is bigger and better and nicer to me
you can walk around naked and drunk
at the end of the day the sun goes up
just because it wants to, and we dance
like water and children above the fire
not at all like the real world
with a baby dinosaur on each shoulder
where the only purpose in life
that's not it, love is it
love is the tallest flower in your garden
love is a helmet and there's a war out there
unsecure elements of fear
lethal hunger for peace and tranquillity
question: how come you can't accept
the fat sweaty person on the seat next to you
on the concord to paradise
your brain is too fat, that's why
that you can't make it worse
that you can't mess it up
that you can't turn it down