Nicole Atkins

Carouselle

Nicole Atkins


In the streets the lights burn low 
and children scream as they're held high 
above the sea in ferris carts 
their eyes alive 

with mirrored hallways 
done with creepy laugter ride the carouselle 
here comes the wrecking ball 
so my town can live 
sell the carouselle 

in the carouselle's last days 
the strangers came and tried to save 
they strive to save a history 
thats not their own 

but i remember 
the thrill of it fantastic ride the carouselle