Of Circuses, Bikes & Supermarkets

The show is about to start
The clown's makeup is not that bright tonight
My fear begins to breathe
My fear begins to grow
The circus keeps the heat of a night that will always be cold
I've never been in a show so long
Its fifteen years and I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here

A baby doll and a mask
A bicycle in the street
A fright without screams
A fright without tears
I wonder what would have happened if
I told her what I just saw
The monster has already passed
But in my dreams its still there
Its still there
Its still there

The supermarket is going to close
One of those places that haunts me the most
White lights over my head
Infinite aisles and voices that scare
They are looking for me
Not even I can find myself
Find myself
Find myself



Credits
Writer(s): Ignacio Zenón Ceballos
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