We wake up cold you inching closer

One time into our better days

To build a bride between our dreams and our realities

To melt the Faustian nightmare

We go crazy

Round and round in our

Bouncing balls we go

Clowning into tears

One time

We sneak a peak at mortal seasons together

Four by four they come and go

One day turns to snow and we see it there

One day comes but we don’t know

That we are sane

Round and round in our

Bouncing balls we go

Clowning into tears

Two times

Your mouth opens wide you say

Why not take the time to see that we are working all our lives

We need nothing more than this

Good time… white wine…