If this atmosphere is casual She is stark-naked in the aftermath This pain is ever so gradual Slippery slopes on a primrose path
She mails envelopes to Cloud 9 Always marked "return to sender" Her parade is just an empty line, but While skin is tough, the heart is tender
The Ferris wheel is broken down But she prefers them stationary Isolation chokes in this abandoned town But breathing has now become secondary
She leaves her high heels on the carousel Remembering every last heart she's severed She glides past the carnival like a gazelle And barefooted, skips into forever