Fairground Attraction -

Children With Candyfloss

And Prizes of Goldfish

Young Men Kill Tin Ducks

In Sharp Shooter Poses

The Laughter of the Lovers

On the Rickety Stairs

The Rumble of the Diesels

And the Sounds of the Fair

An Old Gipsy Lady,

In Soft Spanish Whispers,

Took My Hands in Hers

And Told Me Their Secrets:

«Your Heart Is a Fire

And His Love Is An Ember;

You Must Forget

What You’ll Always Remember»

Superstition’s Nonsense,

Just a Fairground Attraction

I Walk Through the Neons

In Search of Distraction

But the Tears in My Eyes

Knew the Truth in My Heart

She’d Only Confirmed

What I Knew

At the Start