They're creeping on through your mind
Won't you think it's over?
We know the scenes
They're marching on with torches
Peeping from inside
With evil's eye
The ferris wheel is turning
The tale is told again
And if we don't care
We end up all the same
We know the scenes
We stroke the flames
We never quenched all those years
We should have learned from
Things which may come close
We need to talk
Time has come
Don't play it down
It's over
We know the scenes
It's creeping on with caution
Peeping from inside
With evil's eye
The ferris wheel is turning
The tale is told again
And if we don't care
We end up all the same
We stroke the flames
We never quenched all those years
We should have learned from
Things which may come close
We know the scenes
They're creeping on through your mind
We should have learned from
Things which may come close
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.