Gary Barlow & Eliot Kennedy - Circus of Your Mind lyrics

(Charles Frohman) I've heard enough, you're losing your mind You're speaking in riddles and the riddles don't rhyme You want flying children up there on the stage Dogs wearing aprons and boys who don't age You say I will adore it but I'm paying for it A little more reality and less of this insanity! How am I gonna to face it Such a disgrace yet here we go again and again and again You are living on a merry go round and round you seem to go and I'll never understand why You want people floating weightlessly Ceilings where the floors should be These are all the things You will find in the circus of your mind [instrumental] (Mary Barrie) I've resigned myself to spend all my life To be all the things one expects from a wife Your imagination is where you reside And my invitation has never arrived Darling, though you try, you cannot deny She's on every single page of your journal, James Now we have to face it such a disgrace yet There you go again and again and again It's like living on a merry-go-round and round we seem to go yet, I never seem to know why I'm hearing people whisper quietly Friends are now avoiding me It's over! I'm leaving you behind- to the circus of your mind [instrumental] (Mrs. du Maurier) There has been nothing but trouble and strife Ever since you came into this family's life So much disruption the children don't need And as for my daughter I must intercede! Everything about you they can do without you Take flights of fantasy I question your morality I told them to ignore you now I must implore you Leave them alone, stay away, we all know You are living on a merry-go-round and round you seem to go understand that we have no time For the circus of your mind [instrumental] [entering over clock noises:] (Charles Frohman) The clock is ticking James (Mary Barrie) Laughingstock of London (Mrs. du Maurier) Spare us your crocodile tears, Mr. Barrie Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock (Charles Frohman) Islands, children who are fairies... (Mrs. du Maurier) That man is a grown-up behaving like a boy (All) It's like living on a merry go round and round you seem to go No one seems to know why We're doing everything That we can do to get through to you Try to make you see but you're blind In the circus of your mind In the circus In the circus In the circus Of your mind!