The Hush Now. Vancouver. Zeneszám

Brittle their bones
Breaking skin
Severed the lines
That reign them in

All their spinning around
Under blue skies graying out

With circus face
needles stick
Their beggar?s eyes
Rolling backwards


Still they?re spinning around
Under blue skies graying out
We could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried
Yes we could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried