Fairground Attraction

Children with candy-floss and prizes of goldfish

Young men kill tin ducks in sharp shooter poses

The laughter of the lovers on the rickety stairs

The rumble of the diesel and the sounds of the fairAn 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 youll always rememberSuperstitious 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

Shed only confirmed what I knew at the startOh, ahh

Ahh

Ahh, ah