Relax, sit back, and crack a smile
Laugh and wonder what good is a song that no one will hear
This cursed world, giving life to things just to watch them disappear
I should've been a pair of ragged claws
But instead I know too much, too much
I've seen too much, too much
Children weeping as they're beheaded by savage laughing men
Children weeping as they hold cold mothers
We blow a kiss and it's lost in the wind
I try to hold on to the carousel
In a dizzying hysteria of light
I find I'm god
And I hurt myself
For my own sin of creation
I'm beginning to lose my grip, sweetheart
Love is a beautiful fleeting thing
It's all I want but I fear it's a gift on borrowed time
I laugh at my paper-mâché perils
As they rattle in the wind
And they laugh too