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 days to lead up to this agony
   Learning trust was just as slow
   I just stopped seeing you as my 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