They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the

I was searching You were on a mission Then our hearts combined like A neutron star collision I have nothing left to lose You took your time to choose Then we told each other With no trace of fear that Our love would be forever

Into the wild I'm with the mission Over the hill Come here with me I opened up my head inside and find another person's mind I'm gonna take this chance I've got I'm underlying as we speak Hiding my face among the weak