We're moving over heather fields blossoming The sun low about to set It's slowly going under and rising back up again Never-ending ways in a perfect violet haze We glide in cycles side by side on the carousel we ride The scenes passing by as we slowly spin clockwise Only to find with every loop a similar world, all new Merry-go-round, round the tide Guide us along the waves of time Oh, never stop to feed our fire Still our hunger, stir our souls Guide us along the waves of time And so once again, the night fell A looping carousel Ever-returning dusk keeping both of us under its spell Back to late summer haze in present perfect tense Merry-go-round round the tide Guide us along the waves of time Oh never stop to feed our fire Still our hunger stir our souls Guide us along the waves of time Merry-go-round round the tide Guide us along the waves of time Oh never stop to feed our fire Still our hunger stir our souls Guide us along the waves of time