Twilight Circus of Almost-Dreams

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[Verse 1]
They set the tents
Where the day runs thin
Paper moons
Pinned to paling skin
A sleepy horse
Wears a crown of reeds
Dust in the air
Moves like slow white seeds

[Chorus]
Welcome to the twilight circus of almost-dreams
Where nothing is exactly what it seems
Take a seat beside your own reflection’s ghost
Lose your name
To the thing you want the most

[Verse 2]
Tall man juggles
Glass and empty names
Little pale doves
Rise in crooked frames
Monkey in velvet
Bows to no one’s cue
Tiger just yawns
Like it already knew

[Chorus]
Welcome to the twilight circus of almost-dreams
Where nothing is exactly what it seems
Take a seat beside your own reflection’s ghost
Lose your name
To the thing you want the most

[Bridge]
Ticket made of yesterday
Ink half-gone
Edges frayed
You trade it in for one slow sigh (oh)
Carousel that doesn’t spin
Still you feel it pull you in
Round and round
Behind your eyes

[Chorus]
Welcome to the twilight circus of almost-dreams
Where nothing is exactly what it seems
Take a seat beside your own reflection’s ghost
Lose your name
To the thing you want the most

[Outro]
Lanterns dim
But they never die
Someone hums
A soft goodbye (mmm)
You walk out through
A curtain of leaves
Carrying feathers
And nothing you can keep