Carousel love
sing me this last song before you leave make it a slow song so it melt in my memory for old time sake hold me tight squeeze my hand till the end of the night sing me this slow song before you fade away like the paint of the merry-go-round where we use to play but they tear it down like you do to my heart i can still hear the music when i sit in the dark the blur of color the flash of light sing me this slow song till the end of the night i sit on the pony that go round and round the music stop i drop to the floor sing me this last song before i wake up from this dream sing me this merry-go-round memory