Texty: Jars Of Clay. If I Left The Zoo. Sad Clown.

Say how's the weather, so I look out the window
To brighten my soul, but I can't control the rain that keeps falling
Smile on the outside that never comes in
Comedy, mystery, irony, tragedy, so I scream, "Let the show begin"

You break me open, turn on the light
Stumble inside with me, with me

Do I entertain you? Do I preoccupy you with my wit to cover this lie?
Are you mesmerized? Do you think me faithful, do you think me a clown?
I picked out this shirt, I put on this hat I wore all this paint just for you

You break me open, turn on the light
Stumble inside with me, with me

You break me open, turn on the light
Stumble inside with me, with me

You break me open, turn on the light
Stumble inside inside with me, with me