she's looking tired she's got things on her mind tremors from everyday storms shoes untied tears uncried dark fascinations from days gone behind out in this circus her days just dissolve into an endless ballet people come people go everyone losing their minds on the way when we are lovers we'll share days of sun and cold october holidays we will be blessed with the best yet to come and we'll find our love in the middle of an everyday storm chimney sweeps stalking like black cartoon crows over the roofs of the town she goes on trying relying on angels that never come round throw back the curtains step out and you'll find the blue plastic pool of your youth something so real something closer than truth and we'll find it there in the middle find our love in the middle of an everyday storm