paroles de chanson The Carousel - Gray Fox

She must've seen right through me, straight through the musing
Right past the death of me and straight to the viewing
Dressed up in a black suit, still looked amusing
Still like I'm searching for somebody to abuse me
Her confidence was consuming
I swam in her wake
Eyes got lost in her waist
Her eyes on my face, constructing her case
I knew she wanted attention, she knew I wanted a taste
We wait, sifting through the art of conversation, lacing and knitting words to the final destination
Dubious, exuberant
Looking for the right time to lay down the threading needle and stick it in our lifelines
The silence makes us both shiver
We get a little stupid as the bourbon gets bitter
It even gets clever as it rewires the brain
Just one more night and maybe she'll even stay so we can wake up brighter than we've ever been
Walking with the seraphim right by the flowers growing next to the heroin
The room keeps narrowing
Just push through it
These halls are quieter than they've ever been
Not sure how she got here but also not even sure where to go, but we don't need to figure that out tonight
Let's forget about the hurt and explore your curves

It must have been the way that she looked at my face 'cause I knew in that moment I was in the wrong place
She asked me, riding in the carriage on the carousel, "Tell me how it feels when you love yourself"

Well, girl, to be honest, I don't know
I don't like to think hard while I'm shoveling snow so let's forget about the heaviness
Move past the irrelevance
Completely ignore my lack of confidence and readiness
You don't need to know what's in my head and what kind of shit I keep in my chest
Bits and pieces of fragments I won't let you see
Don't ask, don't tell what you keep in your treasury
Measuring me, still, with cobalt eyes
Pleasuring me, I'd kill to touch those thighs and I don't know why
I think I've lost my mind
Or maybe there was something else, vague and disguised
I don't really get this disposition, I just know this is my Condition
So maybe if you listen we can both savor the distaste and we could both be replaced

Why did you run when you said it was perfect?
How can you tell that it's all really worth it?
I saw her riding in the carriage of the carousel, falling asleep and touching herself

Like an epiphany tugging at the arteries, it told me to run but her skin became a part of me
Tapestry woven through the pores imperfectly, assuring my place as a statement of artistry
Tucked away tightly in a pine box, covered by a quilt that was sewn with our small talk
I guess I'll never know what she thought as I continue to sleepwalk

Why did you run when you said it was perfect?
How could you tell that it wouldn't be worth it?
I saw her riding in the carriage of the carousel, spreading her wings and cutting herself
It must have been the way that she looked at my face 'cause I knew in that moment I was in the right place
She asked me, riding in the carriage on the carousel, "Have you ever even loved yourself?"