The Circus
Pevan & Sarah Lyrics

Full of this stuff, just waiting for a sign.
I am filled with thoughts and emotions, eagerly anticipating some sort of guidance or direction.

Watching the years I am watching the flowers die.
Observing the passing of time, witnessing the inevitable decay and mortality of living beings.

The spider within holding on by string
There is a feeling of vulnerability and fragility, like a spider clinging to a delicate thread.

Still I'm all alone hearing this circus type thing.
Despite being surrounded by others, I feel isolated while experiencing this chaotic and confusing situation.

So ask what I think, I'll tell you I think that it's frightening.
If you inquire about my thoughts, I will express that I find it all quite terrifying.

All of these places to dance and yet we are still.
Although there are numerous opportunities to enjoy and celebrate life, we remain stagnant and unfulfilled.

A weightless improbable force has come to enlighten.
There is a presence, perhaps intangible, that defies probability and aims to bring us enlightenment.

But why should we listen if there's nothing in it to kill?
However, what incentive do we have to pay attention if there are no obstacles or challenges to overcome?

Often I'm hearing these questions my friend.
Frequently, I find myself pondering these deep and perplexing questions, my dear companion.

You're never quite hearing the sounds, But thanks for the voices.
You don't fully comprehend the true essence behind the words, but I appreciate your willingness to express them.

These sweet little voices, they follow me all the way down.
These gentle and comforting voices accompany me throughout my journey, even during difficult times.

It seems that we dream hard for peaches and cream and their sweetness.
It appears that we yearn and strive for ideal, luxurious situations and their inherent pleasures.

If we are what we eat then why are we not sweet ourselves?
If our experiences shape who we are, why don't we possess the same sweetness as the things we desire?

And where's this Arcadian gateway once loved by Pandora?
Where can we find the mythical entrance that once brought joy and hope, but was tainted by Pandora's actions?

Did she bring our demise or be true to the nature of self?
Did Pandora's actions lead to our downfall, or was she simply following her own true nature?

Often I'm seeing by goat-footed friend
Frequently, I perceive the presence of a mischievous companion with goat-like feet.

And often I see him in you
Furthermore, I see traces of this whimsical figure reflected in your own character and behavior.

Disguised as a song he campaigns for the end.
This figure cleverly disguises his intentions within a song, advocating for the inevitable conclusion or culmination.

But a few were reserved for the truth.
Amidst the deceiving and false, there are still a few who embrace and preserve the truth.

I'm finding no comforting words from the priest, But I've found that each season can sing.
The priest offers no solace or comforting words, but I have discovered that every season has its own unique song to share.

If she'd survived beyond winter she might've seen the spring, To see that we all make this circus type thing.
If the priest had endured the hardships of winter, she could have witnessed the arrival of spring and understood that we all contribute to this chaotic and bewildering existence.