It blooms out of the fog
Old Ferris wheels and antique songs
High wires above the sky pit
Bright souls of acrobats afloat
Playful lights, just dressed up violence
The great parade, I see it now as cold
Two dancers fly out across the night
And drift away as fading taillights
Back into the fog
A silver dinosaur
Small figurines that she adores
Her life is mirrored twice
She turns towards herself in rows and rows
As she throws
Batons up high, into the fire
A ballerina twirling in the smoke
Funhouse eyes, blinking bending prizes
Find now the mirror's melting
And so are you
And so are you
Face up to the glass
Tiger on the lash, his eyes on you
Fables of the past
The mirror's melting fast and so are you
So are you
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
As I look back to myself in rows and rows and rows
I see it all now, I see myself as cold
As I look back to myself in rows and rows and rows
I see it all now, I see myself as cold
Yeah, I see it all as cold
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
