why are you still dreaming?
why don't you get a job?
why are you still dreaming?
we wish that you would stop
you call yourself a painter
with spots on your shoes
you call yourself a painter
that's all you ever do
if you don't join the circus
you will end up in the snow
somewhere in a forest
where there's nobody at all
I could never live
I gotta keep a little light on
I gotta keep my little light on
till the day I die
how can I get the show right
when you're smoking cigarettes
how can I get the show right
I forbid you to look sad
I hope you have a mother
who will tell you when you're wrong
please don't say that you're being young
'cause it is taking you too long
I could never live
I gotta keep a little light on
I gotta keep my little light on
till the day I die