You Can’t Share

There’s a circus in your head
you can’t share.
There’s a circus in your head that circles there.
There are tears on the terraces
unforeseen miseries in the game.
The fruit machine offers something for nothing
and takes everything.
There’s farce and tragedy on stage and screen,
you’re caught up in a car chase
on a video game.
There are circles in your head
you can’t share.
There’s a circus in your head
that circles there.

And the paradise garden will not reappear
and on this summer’s day
the way that you don’t love me
won’t go away.