Ferris Wheel

In a corner of the universe,
a place where the young can touch the stars,
resides a rusty ferris wheel;
fast and high like Mars.

Spins upon its access,
we ride it forever and a day.
The sunrise is winter for us;
the colours fade, fade away.

The Ferris Wheel is burning,
it matches the stars' shinining, broken face.
A thousand tear-drop diamonds
to match a tired world's staggered pace.

And every time we go up high,
we stretch our hands up tall.
We want to touch them darling,
but once again we fall.

Spin in sideways circles,
ferris wheel just an old-time game.
Hit the thousandth time around,
and the world starts to look the same.

Blood is dripping from our eyes,
can't see the stars no more.
This corner of the universe,
is prettier from the bathroom floor.

Everything looks fake to us,
everything's the same.
My corner of the Universe...
my never, never game.