Vancouver Lyrics

Brittle their bones
Breaking skin
Severed the lines
That reign them in

All their spinning around
Under blue skies graying out

With circus face
needles stick
Their beggar's eyes
Rolling backwards

Still they're spinning around
Under blue skies graying out

We could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried
Yes we could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried
Now I'm spinning around
Under blue skies, graying out

We could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried
Yes we could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried