Žodžiai dainai: Finger Eleven. Greyest Of Blue Skies. My Carousel.

Spotlights are roaming
The show will begin
I had never thought
But don't give my circus away

I hope it ends before you know me
I've lost it completely
My faith is lost again I'd say
I'm tired of this place and I want to go

Riding my carousel
They can never tell
I'm spinning and turning
Always revolving

You should have seen it
Where were you?
I needed a stage
To walk all over you

That's better
I'm throwing my three ring away
And I can hear you say I'm tired of this place
I'm tired of this place and then I think of

Riding my carousel
They can never tell
Close all of the doors
Lock me away, I'm happy, I'm here
So let me stay