Fairground

Why is it always, when I open my mouth

I clash with whatever you do

When we dance together your rhythm and tempo

Cuts through my quick step and tune

You cry, I, I, can't take anymore

But you can't find the bloody door

Oh you might think we're free

'Til we slip back into memory



We're joined by a purpose that will not release us

'Til we have come to some terms

Some love and acceptance, not hate and repentance

These skills are things to be learned

You cry, I, I, can't take anymore

But you can't find the bloody door



Oh you might think we're free

'Til we slip back into memory



I love you so

I'm stuck, can't you let go

Let's try again

This time we will be friends

I cannot change

All my tracks have been laid

Playin' the game

It's just, it's just a memory



Lost in memory

Here's to memory