The Circus Lyrics      THE GIRL:    I remember a jet slowly scraping    Low and heavy across a sky of slate    I remember the angle of your elbow    As it doubled back    In the crack of fists across a face    I remember the suck of boots in mud    Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods       THE KILLER:    Down at the river's edge    Below the concrete bed    The smell of lilac in your hair    Where the stinging nettles grow    And the lonely rushes blow    I left you in a culvert there       Ashes to ashes and dust to dust    Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust    Now all the flowers are turning brown    Cause the circus is coming to town    Cause the circus is coming to town       THE GIRL:    I remember dying to cry out    But throat-stuck with briars and stones    As your ruddy lips grew much ruddier       THE KILLER:    Step you lightly now    We must keep our voices down    The dogs of remorse    Follow close on the wind    Take your face off, don't be shy    They can't hunt you with their eyes    But surely they know the scent of sin       Ashes to ashes and dust to dust    Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust    Now all the flowers are turning brown    Cause the circus is coming to town    Cause the circus is coming to town       THE GIRL:    I remember falling, falling back    Into that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs    Deflowered like a virgin bride    In the ground swell of spring    Underneath that deciduous canopy    Propped up with jagged scaffolding    Is that a train or thunder coming?    Is that a train or thunder?