If you're off to break a promise Wear the fabric of resolve There's a thousand ways to make it And a million more to fold And how do you tell a creditor You've never been this poor Eerily familiar As hes knocking at your door Hesitant waltz Tumble & turn On the life slide Chance on your side Dotting the line Sign, and the joke is on you now Master of clowns The fading trace Of who you are Your idea And now you wish upon a star Your idea Your idea Beneath the blue horizon Where the night and dreams collide The bottle that you drank from Held the corpse of father time When you spill the ink You start to settle all your debts The failures going to haunt you In the vacuum of intent Your idea Fall to the ground Murder the joke Not the crowned clown Dancing around Your finest suit Can't hide the truth Your idea This spectre charged The empty room Your idea Now is never Nothing lingers Don't you feel The noose is tightening Your idea The magic ball Awake in the dark Your idea But now the answers fading