Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carousel, artist - Everon. Album song Bridge, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 01.12.2010
Record label: Mascot Music Productions &
Song language: English
Carousel |
I hope one day I will grow out of this |
Then I will leave this battlefield |
Good or bad depends on your point of view |
And I can see things from both sides |
Just one more classic case of catch-22 |
Things don’t have a simple truth |
So you ask where this is leading me |
Only I don’t have an answer yet |
Seeing things black and white is for the weak |
I’m strong enough for shades of grey |
While searching for the perfect compromise |
I am driven to despair |
So my thoughts are spinning around |
For I know my problem well |
And I wonder, will I ever get |
Out of this carousel |
You are trying in vain |
To reach me with your hands |
But all that I can say |
Is I hope you understand |
So I am caught between the chairs again |
While everybody else does fine |
It’s just my nature to move back and forth |
Always trying not to offend |
I cannot decide whether to refuse |
Or to reach out for your helping hand |
So my thoughts are spinning around |
For I know my problem well |
And I wonder, will I ever get |
Out of this carousel |
You are trying in vain |
To reach me with your hands |
But all that I can say |
Is I hope you understand |
Meanwhile I’m trying to make up my mind |
Feeling like I’m paralysed |
What’s the sense of it all, is it… |
Because of you and I |
Because of fear |
Or just because of all |
That I wish to have near |
It’s about really stupid things |
But they keep growing until |
They seem to tear me apart |
So my thoughts are spinning around |
For I know my problem well |
And I wonder, will I ever get |
Out of this carousel |
You are trying in vain |
To reach me with your hands |
You ask for explanations |
Until things make sense |
Well, I don’t have any |
So all that I can say is |
I hope you understand |
It is because you and I |
Because of fear |
Because of all |
That I wish to have near |
It’s about really stupid things |
Of no major size |
But they keep on growing |
Until a part of me dies |