Stina Nordenstam Circus
Tomorrow I will stretch out Like an acrobat And make my way to What's there I will get dressed Again, in spite of all With a laziness Of a circus Before or after the performance As I'm walking down the many stairs Remembering my stunts all over Remembering I'm sick and like to die I will be The only not mad woman in the park I will be What's left of longing on this earth It took two days to lead up to this agony Learning trust was just as slow I just stopped seeing you as my enemy I was not prepared to let you go I will be The only not mad woman in the park I will be What's left of longing on this earth
