You were just another sideshow
in a back street carnival.
I was walking the high wire
and trying not to fall.
Just another way of getting through
anyone would do,
but it was you.
You were just another sideshow
and I was trying not to fall.
Ah but you were tender
as soft summer wind.
Someone to remember
when the cold closes in.
You were colour to the moon.
you were flowers come to bloom
with sweet perfume.
And you were tender
as soft summer wind.
I've seen the dark side
when I am trying to find the light.
Seen the shadows fade away
on the wrong side of night.
Heard a song coming through
and when I was looking for you,
I sing blue.
Too long on the dark side
trying to find the light.
You were just another sideshow
and I was trying not to fall,
trying not to fall . . .