Not Every Clown Can be in the Circus Songtext
von The Apartments

They′re gonna bury you here when the apples are in season
I knew the same taste and the fear for a while
Not everyone can write like you do
Not every clown can be in the circus
Who will remember your tunes when you're gone?

Once was mine, now it′s yours
You'll learn to live from door to door
And that road you never travelled—this is it
That hole in your life, who'll fix it?
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it?

The season has come to an end, all the boats are leaving
The shoreline seems so far


Not everyone can write like you do
Not every clown can be in the circus
That kitten that purrs in your soul, you′ll never drown.

Once was mine, now it′s yours
You'll learn to live from door to door
And that road you never travelled—this is it
That hole in your life, who′ll fix it?
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it?

Once was mine, now it's yours
You′ll learn to live from door to door
And that road you never travelled—this is it
That hole in your life, who'll fix it?
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it?

I wanna slow everything down. I want back.

Who will remember your tunes?
I will