Track Insight / Lyrics
Empty gates and rusted chains,
Autumn wind through window panes.
Park is sleeping, colors fade,
Just a memory, a parade.
Stopped my cab on Willow Street,
Hear the ghosts beneath my feet.
Used to haul the laughing crowd,
Now just silence, cold and proud.
Ferris wheel ghosts, turning slow,
Echoes of a long ago.
Carousel dreams, a painted lie,
Underneath this weeping sky.
Saw a girl with ribboned hair,
Holding tight to empty air.
Heard a boy shout with delight,
Lost to shadows of the night.
Ferris wheel ghosts, turning slow,
Echoes of a long ago.
Carousel dreams, a painted lie,
Underneath this weeping sky.
Ticket booths are boarded tight,
No more sunshine, no more light.
Cotton candy, sticky sweet,
Just a whisper in the street.
Ferris wheel ghosts, turning slow,
Echoes of a long ago.
Carousel dreams, a painted lie,
Underneath this weeping sky.
Old man built this place with pride,
Now the weeds grow deep inside.
Said a smile was worth the cost,
Now the laughter's truly lost.
Violin sighs a mournful tune,
Beneath the harvest silver moon.
Every note a falling leaf,
A fragile, bittersweet relief.
Rain is coming, soft and gray,
Washing all the dreams away.
But the ghosts still ride and gleam,
Living on within the dream.
Ferris wheel ghosts, turning slow,
Echoes of a long ago.
Carousel dreams, a painted lie,
Underneath this weeping sky.
Empty gates and rusted chains,
Autumn wind through window panes.
Park is sleeping, lost to time,
Ferris wheel ghosts in their prime.
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