She comes,
and she goes.
She comes,
and she goes.
And I just seem to stay,
in the same exact place everyday.
While she goes off to see the carnival show.
A life full of joy.
Cotton candy, stunt performers, and trippy tents.
Won't you please soften the blow?

She comes,
and she goes.
She comes,
and she goes.
Spin the ghost of time around,
like a revolving door.
What has this all been for?
All the days bought and spent,
wonder just where those kisses went.
Hope they leave home before the Sun will glow.
And the stars hide behind it's rays.
And fall into false days.
Won't you please soften the blow?

She comes,
before she goes.
And before she comes,
she dances beautifully on her toes.
She's alone and she's cool.
She's enough to make you feel a fool!
Words being said.
Flightless birds sitting in bed.
Wonder if she will go,
or if she will stay.
Guess I won't know until a day oh so far away.
Wont't you please soften the blow?