The Circus Lyrics

THE GIRL:
I remember a jet slowly scraping
Low and heavy across a sky of slate
I remember the angle of your elbow
As it doubled back
In the crack of fists across a face
I remember the suck of boots in mud
Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods

THE KILLER:
Down at the river's edge
Below the concrete bed
The smell of lilac in your hair
Where the stinging nettles grow
And the lonely rushes blow
I left you in a culvert there

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust