Children with candy floss and prizes of goldfish
Young men kilt and axe in sharpshooter poses
The laughter of the lovers on the rickety stairs
The rumble of the diesel and the sounds of the fair
An old gypsy lady in soft Spanish whispers
Took my hands in hers and told me their secrets
Your heart is a fire and his love is an ember
You must forget what you'll always remember
I'm not superstitious nonsense,
just a fairground attraction
I walked through the neons in search of distraction
But the tears in my eyes knew the truth in
my
heart She'd only confirmed what I knew at the start
