Carousel Lips ((Round and Round))

You're the brightest colour crayon
in the box of monochromes and pastels,
And I can tell you love me somethin' fierce,
maybe that's why you're raisin' hell.

Monday morning coffee dregs,
they're settling down heavy on our bones.
"The sky is falling, the sky is falling!"
Someone's screaming with a voice so monotone.

Paint the morning sky a something,
make it pretty, make it bright.
Cut off your song and make it short,
but make sure not to hide your light.

Define for us this hypocrisy,
I told you from the kitchen floor,
when you asked me who my God was,
if that made me my Father's who re.

You seem to have forgotten the Saturday,
don't you know we're living just to die?
I can supply you all the reasons,
just don't ever ask me why.

Keep your eyes upon the candle's flame,
don't ever let it fall.
You might just burn the world,
or set fire to us all.

The clock dribbles down the seconds
onto the dirty dishes in the sink.
It's easier to close your eyes and scream out loud..
It terrifies you when you think.

You sort of just want to hide under your sheets,
the one with rocketships to the stars.
You think the monsters can't touch you here
and you feel like you know who you are.

Don't you love your suburban dream?
Hold it close while you map escape.
You're just another Lost Boy, love,
all you need is a raccoon hat and a cape.

So sing us a song with your bubble gum eyes,
they stretch across this room and back.
Smile with your carousel lips
and tell us what we lack.

**Basically a summary of my weekend..**