Bush Songtext / Lyric

You stood beside a burning bush

And let the trumpetmen catch fire

You squeezed a flood out of a stone

And all the people drank it dry



So all the ships returned to land

The birds could swim

The fish could fly

The angels couldn't understand

How everyone could get it right



Circus composer, you let us get closer






You stood below a tangerine

And let the frugal melt away

And all the world was you

And we thought it were better anyway



Circus composer

Could you write this all down?

You let us get closer

You let us be found



Circus composer

Could you make me a star?

If I tied myself to

Your wrecking ball