Where do we go
When the light hits our home
From the sun that caught fire
So long ago
She'd become tired of waiting
In the dark as somebody's plaything
And holding her breath
To slow down her heartbeat
The smell of your hair
Is all I have since you're gone
On the sweater
You borrowed from me
When your laughs turn to tears
There's something wrong, you know
You're just a little thing
In the tumult of the fair
Dry your eyes sad and watery
My circus curiosity
I’d buy one more ticket
To just watch you sleep now
The smell of your hair
Is all I have since you're gone
On the sweater
You borrowed from me
If you want to you'll always find
Something wrong, I know
It's hard to live in the tumult of the fair
When you don't think that anyone cares
Well darlin', I care
Can I just take you home?
So lift your glass
Bid farewell to the audience gasp
And to the strong man
He always had a thing for you
Invisible paths
Lay before us like footprints on dead winter grass
Where do they go
And will you go there with me
The smell of your hair
Is all I have since you've gone
Oh, it's so easy for me
To turn a smile to obsession
I wish that you would be
My little thing,
In the tumult of the fair
The tumult of the fair