Just tell me
so I can unwind myself
Where the next cut will be
And I can remind myself
(maybe)
To burn the drawbridge
All the way

You said
That he said
That he knew
That there was nothing
and then something happened
All over again
And just like always

And I don't have enough prayers left
for another sequel
I don't have enough soul left
For the next reprise

Watching you on
A black carousel
is a drill
That digs too deep

You've got to keep
Your carnival

Off. My. Street.
(I think I mean it this time)