The carasel turning near avenue C Your mind is a shipwreck Your heart is the sea We sit and we wait For the engines to swish Oh you were a cannon ball waiting to sound Volunteers blurred all the carnival grounds And I bought you a drink If your in the mood to get down Oh my mind can wander back unhealthily far And i know its not presently causing the scars But sometimes i think maybe we shouldnt made out more in high school In the night little carnivals taking flight on a megabus And we'll scream for two hearts in lust Till the brinks When the festival opens you tear down the gates Metal detectors uncover the steak And your second hand x-rated bullet proof open heart