Carousel - Fog Lake

Cut away the ropes to this puppet I made

The host that got carried away

As my carousel keeps spinning round

Yet again

Holy light in my room

Keeps me humming as I spin to my doom

Off the rails and still out of tune with you

Tired and nauseous round yet again

Take me back to the time

I convinced myself that you were truly mine

But I lost myself long down the line

To my grave down yet again

Now hear as the sound

Of my carousel spins around

To the day I’ll never be found

I will be drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned

In the end