Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carousel, artist - I The Mighty. Album song I the Mighty, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 27.08.2008
Record label: Adamant
Song language: English
Carousel |
I think I’ve had enough of your world for today. |
My head has opened up and your pictures fall like rain. |
In front of my face they spin. |
We were corresponding shapes like the rocks in a ledge. |
Now this puzzle has been rained upon and the corners lost their edge. |
Nothing fits as it once did. |
But at least we had finished at |
All over this room I reign you are. |
All over this room I reign you are. |
All over this room I reign you are. |
And what’s wrong with that? |
Nothing I guess… |
So I entertain my mind with little ticks and movie flicks. |
Combinations of quirky comedies, but they’ve all got romantic twists. |
And when I can’t forget I write. |
That’s how this whole thing came to be. |
It helps me when I’m lonely. |
All over this room I reign you are. |
All over this room I reign you are. |
All over this room I reign you are. |
And what’s wrong with that? |
Nothing I guess… |
So, I guess you’re right. |
I did abhor the awkward silence we endured. |
And spoke a truce to stop the swell and slow this spinning carousel. |
Yet still it spun from time to time, laced with mistrust that cracked the |
spine. |
This feeble frame just would not hold and sparked the drifting of two |
souls. |
I am not ready nor deserve a line of love that can’t be blurred into a |
shallow blotch of lust. |
A dirty thought. |
A pointless fuck. |
I never properly |
explained, this bodied beauty you contain is too much for a man to take at such |
an age-less feeling age. |
Works. |
This circle never works. |
This cycle of the poet and his dame who never |
could explain this tired plot. |
Insistent it would stop. |
Convinced that every |
problem soon would rest. |
That bad things at their best would fix themselves. |
But those things you just can’t tell. |
And its taunting in this straight jacket |
of hope. |
It blinds and it disrupts the ebb and flow. |
The process of letting go. |
The pattern on this strange bright lighted stage. |
The stigma at this age-less |
feeling age. |