The Dark Trapeze

I’m a seed

I’m the dark trapeze

I’m an advertisement

I’m the words you start a fight with

Tell me why it beats

I think that it’s beating too fast

You are what i need

I need you to slow it down

Put your hands around my waist

Maybe you’ll find it

When you are dreaming

Up from the depths and down from the ceiling

Saturday’s pain

I will let it out

I’m a coin (ha)

I’m the broke and forlorn

I’m a beautiful child

I’m a disease running wild

Put your hands around my waist

Maybe you’ll find it

When you are dreaming

Up from the depths and down from the ceiling

Saturday’s pain

I will let it out

I’m a picture in a gallery

From 1893

I’m a bottle of beer

I’m every sad story that you hear

Tell me why it beats

Maybe you’ll find it

When you are dreaming

Up from the depths and down from the ceiling

Saturday’s pain

I will let it out