Lost the thought
Lost the touch
I guess words don't work anymore.

No more classic romanticism
All we have is empty space
And we're letting the night soften
As we piece ourselves together and

My only friend is vertigo
Or a wandering shooting star

But when all is gone I have a heart
And I'm a carousel all through
Whirl off into my head so sombre.

So hold me
As we tumble down
And meet my carousel end.