| Song | Blue Cirque |
| Artist | The BellRays |
| Album | Meet the Bellrays |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I feel a change in the weather. | |
| Dark clouds collide. | |
| Used to think it would just disappear. | |
| Now I know there’s nowhere to hide. | |
| I took a drink from the wishing well. | |
| It was poisoned when I got there. | |
| By the time I closed my eyes | |
| You sounded just like a stranger. | |
| It’s too easy. | |
| It’s too easy. | |
| It’s too easy. | |
| To say it’s over. | |
| It’s only sleeping | |
| I burned down the mansion. | |
| The circus made me blue. | |
| They passed around the poison. | |
| It tasted just like the truth. | |
| Things are not the way they seem. | |
| I wish they were. | |
| If this was only like a dream | |
| I could die tomorrow. |
| I feel a change in the weather. | |
| Dark clouds collide. | |
| Used to think it would just disappear. | |
| Now I know there' s nowhere to hide. | |
| I took a drink from the wishing well. | |
| It was poisoned when I got there. | |
| By the time I closed my eyes | |
| You sounded just like a stranger. | |
| It' s too easy. | |
| It' s too easy. | |
| It' s too easy. | |
| To say it' s over. | |
| It' s only sleeping | |
| I burned down the mansion. | |
| The circus made me blue. | |
| They passed around the poison. | |
| It tasted just like the truth. | |
| Things are not the way they seem. | |
| I wish they were. | |
| If this was only like a dream | |
| I could die tomorrow. |
| I feel a change in the weather. | |
| Dark clouds collide. | |
| Used to think it would just disappear. | |
| Now I know there' s nowhere to hide. | |
| I took a drink from the wishing well. | |
| It was poisoned when I got there. | |
| By the time I closed my eyes | |
| You sounded just like a stranger. | |
| It' s too easy. | |
| It' s too easy. | |
| It' s too easy. | |
| To say it' s over. | |
| It' s only sleeping | |
| I burned down the mansion. | |
| The circus made me blue. | |
| They passed around the poison. | |
| It tasted just like the truth. | |
| Things are not the way they seem. | |
| I wish they were. | |
| If this was only like a dream | |
| I could die tomorrow. |