Bush

You stood beside a burning bush And let the trumpetmen catch fire You squeezed a flood out of a stone And all the people drank it dry So all the ships returned to land The birds could swim The fish could fly The angels couldn't understand How everyone could get it right Circus composer, you let us get closer You stood below a tangerine And let the fruit roll melt away And all the world was you And we thought it were better anyway Circus composer, could you write this all down? You let us get closer, You let us be found Circus composer, could you make me a star? If I tied myself to the wrecking ball