Baby, we are living a life that most could only dream of
Oh, can′t anybody help us? Why should anybody care?
Cut-throats are going in for the kill
Bumbling flashes snapping at our heels
We may appear like circus freaks juggling little we have able
But at the end of the day our cards upon the table
Nothing left concealed, oh, all will be revealed
Baby, we are living a life that most could only imagine
And baby, look at the debris of what we have become
Clear all this clutter from the front room, dear
Give me a little whistle when the coast is clear
'Cause we may appear like circus freaks balancing upon a tightrope
To a dumbstruck, helpless crowd willing us on, hope against hope
Writer(s): Lee Jay Thompson, Daniel Mark Woodgate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
