mary-lou is a circus

If you ain't gonna wear no red on those lips then you better wear nothing at all
What more mad searching still stirs and whips the burning ramblings I call paradise
The burning ramblings I call ...

For if it be you then lead me away past thirty dollar trains that lurch as they sway
And we too have a rhythm but I guess not today, cause I've get little left to say this time
Oh I've got little left to say ...

So buy me a locket and a pocket watch too, I'll weld them together like I'm welded to you
My sea-faring young life that rocked me so cruel, still better than a sleeping fool, Mad To Die!
Better than a sleeping fool ...

A better man told me to love with your hands, your eyes are damn fools 'cause they can't understand
What cherishing means the visuals reprimand, the dirt it takes form the land just to try
The dirt it takes from the land ...

We've never been closer, no we have not, a step toward something that never can rot
Like the skin that I wear under the fabrics I've bought, this traveling wire stays taut, by and by
This traveling wire stays taut ...

Back to cliches of the passable road, let the grooves in my tires gather each lonely stone
That wants to join me on this traveling show, looking for love I can tow on my ride
Back to paradise ...