All the way again I follow
Without all the wishes
Whispered to me so I go
Master of circus bring me a good word
Master of circus may I have another?
May I have another?
The answer is no
Given one more chance but will
Has calluses
My will has calluses rupturing the core
One more waltz
It's getting rough around the edges
Of the canvas where I sleep
Stories getting harder to believe
It's more than a push of
The limit for me
I accept no sympathies
All the wishes whispered to me so I go
Master of circus bring me a good word
Master of circus may I have another?
May I have another?
The answer is no
Given one more chance but will
Has calluses
My will has calluses rupturing the core
Calluses, my will has calluses rupturing the core