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The Lyrics

THE
I a jet slowly scraping
Low and across a sky of slate
I remember the angle of your
As it back
In the crack of fists a face
I remember the suck of in mud
Guttural, sexual, in clandestine woods

THE
Down at the river's
the concrete bed
The smell of lilac in hair
the stinging nettles grow
And the lonely rushes
I you in a culvert there

to ashes and dust to dust
Buildings and dissolve into rust
Now all the flowers are brown
Cause the circus is coming to
Cause the circus is to town

THE
I dying to cry out
But throat-stuck with and stones
As ruddy lips grew much ruddier

THE
you lightly now
We must keep our down
The of remorse
close on the wind
Take face off, don't be shy
They hunt you with their eyes
But surely they the scent of sin

Ashes to and dust to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve into
Now all the flowers are turning
the circus is coming to town
Cause the circus is to town

THE
I falling, falling back
Into that tangled a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a bride
In the swell of spring
Underneath deciduous canopy
Propped up jagged scaffolding
Is that a train or coming?
Is that a or thunder?