| Song | Circus Head (Nobody Knows) |
| Artist | Page France |
| Album | Page France and the Family Telephone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nav | |
| Little one, move along | |
| You're my last crooked song | |
| Pluck your eyes from your dreams | |
| There's a circus where my head should be | |
| Little one, cloud of smoke | |
| Up so high, where'd you go? | |
| Here's the sun, | |
| I'll be damned | |
| And a cloud for where your head will land | |
| I'm pulling my eyes (pulling my eyes) | |
| From the hole in the sky | |
| So nobody knows (nobody knows) | |
| How high I can fly | |
| Little one, one of war | |
| You can't blow your trumpet anymore | |
| Appleseed, appleseed | |
| You're a rattle where my head should be | |
| I'm pulling my eyes (pulling my eyes) | |
| From the hole in the sky | |
| So nobody knows (nobody knows) | |
| How high I can fly |
| zuo qu : Nav | |
| Little one, move along | |
| You' re my last crooked song | |
| Pluck your eyes from your dreams | |
| There' s a circus where my head should be | |
| Little one, cloud of smoke | |
| Up so high, where' d you go? | |
| Here' s the sun, | |
| I' ll be damned | |
| And a cloud for where your head will land | |
| I' m pulling my eyes pulling my eyes | |
| From the hole in the sky | |
| So nobody knows nobody knows | |
| How high I can fly | |
| Little one, one of war | |
| You can' t blow your trumpet anymore | |
| Appleseed, appleseed | |
| You' re a rattle where my head should be | |
| I' m pulling my eyes pulling my eyes | |
| From the hole in the sky | |
| So nobody knows nobody knows | |
| How high I can fly |
| zuò qǔ : Nav | |
| Little one, move along | |
| You' re my last crooked song | |
| Pluck your eyes from your dreams | |
| There' s a circus where my head should be | |
| Little one, cloud of smoke | |
| Up so high, where' d you go? | |
| Here' s the sun, | |
| I' ll be damned | |
| And a cloud for where your head will land | |
| I' m pulling my eyes pulling my eyes | |
| From the hole in the sky | |
| So nobody knows nobody knows | |
| How high I can fly | |
| Little one, one of war | |
| You can' t blow your trumpet anymore | |
| Appleseed, appleseed | |
| You' re a rattle where my head should be | |
| I' m pulling my eyes pulling my eyes | |
| From the hole in the sky | |
| So nobody knows nobody knows | |
| How high I can fly |