There are old women standing between birch trees and evil clowns behind them,
burning rings of fire everywhere.
my tiger is following me while I’m straying around getting crazy over the fact that time is passing by and can’t be stopped, not over here, not over there…

I’m not good, I’m not fine,
but I’m me, I am mine.
I once thought it’s unfair,
that I’m alone, but I don’t care.

Hold me man, take my hand,
come into my circus baby…

People think I’m insane
but I know all is vain
People think I’m insane
but I know all is vain

Hold me man, take my hand,
come into my circus baby…