The moon is falling down
And I thought maybe we could save ourselves
But my hands are painted red
And your face is covered in ash
As we walk down this street smelling of smoke and gasoline.
Maybe we'll let the Ferris wheel take us higher and higher
Before it turns upside down, spinning us into madness.
Like Van Gogh chopping off his ear in a fit of hysteria
Or maybe you feel more like the merry go round tonight.
Watch it take us round in circles. Dizzy and disoriented, we'll do it all again.
Turn out the lights, love, and lose yourself in the constellations.
If I disappear would you even remember what it is you're missing?