Lyric

The spinning tune never fades

Like a wounded horse crying to the moon

Glassy eyes stare through the fog —

Whose shadow do they chase

Whose name do they still remember?

The lights keep trembling, soft and pale

Their colors bleeding into night

Every motion feels the same

Yet every turn erases more of me

A broken carousel, a broken dream

Repeating the same sweet lie on the same pale ground

A broken carousel, a broken time

Neither to descend nor to ride beyond the dusk

Laughter echoes inside the hollow shade

Footsteps draw near, yet never arrive

The wheel turns, but no door opens —

Where does this painted horizon lead?

I scream, but my voice dissolves into silence

I smile, but the air forgets to answer

A broken carousel, a fractured heart

Singing the same pain along its dying circuit

A broken carousel, a fractured night

Swallowed whole by endless rotation

The creak becomes a lullaby

And I awaken at the bottom of a dream

Reality is a lie, the lie becomes my truth —

I can no longer tell which side is breathing

A broken carousel, a haunted soul

Trapped in the music of mirrors and memory

A broken carousel, a haunted dawn

Spinning toward the edge of forgetting

A broken carousel, a shattered prayer

Dancing in circles beneath a bleeding sky

A broken carousel, a shattered light

Forever chasing the motion of yesterday