Flying Circus (The Madness Of Love)

The rain is heavy when the heart does fall

What sombre magic this is, on this cruel sunshine stroll

Tears of devilry

I swear on my soul

There will be no asylum from the madness of love!

In a guest room talking to the walls

By the deeds that are done in heartbreak city

The madness of love

Now without further a due, may I introduce to you

Yours ever true, the flying circus!