Shall I whisper in your ear
or will that flood them with tears
will my breath conjure up
memories you held so dear

and it's one more time
on this merry-go-round
riding with the horses
and laughing with the clowns
listening to the music
thinking of our prime

shall we dance upon the sidewalks
of our memory lanes
as our feelings drip down the sewers
of love lost in vain

and it's one more time
on this merry-go-round
riding with the horses
and laughing with the clowns
listening to the music
thinking of our prime

No,I think we shall release ourselves
our magnetic energy, has lost it's attraction
we probably never added up, anyway
when you added a new one and I was the subtraction

so there will be no more riding
on this merry-go-round
nor riding with the horses
and laughing with the clowns
there is silent now, no more
music of our prime
its funny how life erodes time