Funhouse

Weight has fallen on me

Like a part of the sky

And life's hell getting up off the floorRaise the blind and let the day shine in

Out with this gray into air

Darkness tones in our Chinatown homeView of rain clouds from the window

Moving behind the pale of her face

A thousand circus mirrors cannot move a frownWe are the real clowns

And the sun rarely shines our way

And when it does, and when it does

And when it does, and when it does

And when it does[Incomprehensible]