Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold wind hits the rusted gate
Autumn leaves begin to weight
The ticket booth is locked and grey
The summer crowds have gone away
Unraveling on the gravel ground
A clicking wheel, a clicking sound
The brown plastic ribbon starts to wind
Leaving all the magic far behind
A cassette tape spills its black ink
The ferris wheel begins to sink
The painted horses freeze in place
A ghost of salt on a frozen face
Unraveling on the gravel ground
A clicking wheel, a clicking sound
The brown plastic ribbon starts to wind
Leaving all the magic far behind
The cotton candy machine is dry
A lonely crow begins to fly
The popcorn scent is long since gone
The empty midway waits for dawn
Unraveling on the gravel ground
A clicking wheel, a clicking sound
The brown plastic ribbon starts to wind
Leaving all the magic far behind
A child's shoe left in the wet sand
A broken toy in a shaking hand
The music box has lost its gear
The end of every happy year
Pull the string until it breaks
Counting all the old mistakes
The tape is thin, the voice is low
Now there is nowhere left to go
The park is just a skeletal frame
Nobody here remembers the name
Just a reel of tape in the cold air
A lonely piece of a lost prayer
Unraveling on the gravel ground
A clicking wheel, a clicking sound
The brown plastic ribbon starts to wind
Leaving all the magic far behind
Just a brown plastic ribbon.
Wind it back.
Wind it back.
