Studio Sessions: Cirkus (Runthrough)/Lady of the Dancing Water [alt. take]

Night, her sable dome scattered with diamonds
Cut the cord that had warmed me
Bid me face the east, clothed me in questions

Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty Zebra ride to the circus
Past a painted cage, spoke to the pay box glove
Which wrote on my tongue
Pushed me down the stairs to the arena
Megaphonium fanfare
In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
Bid me join the parade

Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty Zebra ride to the circus
Past a painted cage, spoke to the pay box glove
Which wrote on my tongue
Pushed me down the stairs to the arena
Megaphonium fanfare
In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
Bid me join the parade

Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty Zebra ride to the circus
Past a painted cage, spoke to the pay box glove
Which wrote on my tongue
Pushed me down the stairs to the arena
Megaphonium fanfare
In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
Bid me join the parade

Grass in your hair
Stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned
Moistened your mouth with your tongue

Pouring my wine
Your eyes caged mine, glowing
Touching your face
My fingers strayed, knowing
I called you lady of the dancing water

Oh lovely lady of the dancing water

Blown autumn leaves
Shed to the fire where you laid me
Burn slow to ash
Just as my days now seem to be

I feel you still
Always your eyes glowing
Remembered hours
Salt, earth, and flowers flowing
Farewell, my lady of the dancing water