It's a sound I know so well
A thousand voices bleeding into one
I only dream of ordinary things
And I bend to keep myself in line
Half-awake, I see her face
An angel swinging from a trapeze wire
Sad and lost with curly hair
And chicken feathers strapped against her back
And I bend to keep myself in line
This strange desire come to life
And I bend to keep myself in line
A strange desire come to life
