Circus Bazooko

My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty
You can ease it to me
I just need your empty mind
My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy
And I read no fiction
Is it me or everything in my bones?

My head is sinking and my love is pretend
Is it real, no fiction
I just need your empty mind
My mind electric, my soul reflected
I can hear the ticket
Am I real, aren't you the fool

I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still as lost as I'm found
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown

My love's a stick shift
I can squeeze or make it
Is it real, or just a dream of mine?
My blood is tipping, my horse is limping
I can ease, or sink in
I just need some grand design

I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone, better ground

Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found