Tomorrow I will stretch out Like an acrobat And make my way to What's there I will get dressed Again, in spite of all With a laziness Of a circus Before or after the performance As I'm walking down the many stairs Remembering my stunts all over Remembering I'm sick and like to die I will be The only not mad woman in the park I will be What's left of longing on this earth It took two weeks to lead up to this agony The time without you is so slow And thirty years to spot the enemy I was not prepared to let you go I will be The only not mad woman in the park I will be What's left of longing on this earth
Tomorrow I will stretch out Like an acrobat And make my way to What's there I will get dressed Again, in spite of all With a laziness Of a circus Before or after the performance As I'm walking down the many stairs Remembering my stunts all over Remembering I'm sick and like to die I will be The only not mad woman in the park I will be What's left of longing on this earth It took two weeks to lead up to this agony The time without you is so slow And thirty years to spot the enemy I was not prepared to let you go I will be The only not mad woman in the park I will be What's left of longing on this earth
