Fairground Attraction -

Children with candy floss 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 diesel and the sounds of the fair

An old gypsy 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»

Superstitious 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