The Circus

The Circus Lyrics THE GIRL: I remember a jet slowly scraping Low and heavy across a sky of slate I remember the angle of your elbow As it doubled back In the crack of fists across a face I remember the suck of boots in mud Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods THE KILLER: Down at the river's edge Below the concrete bed The smell of lilac in your hair Where the stinging nettles grow And the lonely rushes blow I left you in a culvert there Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust