Bush

You stood beside a burning bushAnd let the trumpetmen catch fireYou squeezed a flood out of a stoneAnd all the people drank it drySo all the ships returned to landThe birds could swimThe fish could flyThe angels couldn't understandHow everyone could get it rightCircus composer, you let us get closerYou stood below a tangerineAnd let the fruit roll melt awayAnd all the world was you And we thought it were better anywayCircus composer, could you write this all down?You let us get closer,You let us be foundCircus composer, could you make me a star?If I tied myself to the wrecking ball