A Strange Carousel - My Tin Apple

Halfway between

a fall or a climb

I didn’t have time

to say goodbye to my life

I fall free upward

I hold on to fear

I was wrong to play

a greedy mind on wooden horses

and the carousel … upside down.

I wanted more and more

fascinated by colored sounds

I couldn’t tell anyone

certainly where I was going

now I miss the ground beneath my feet

above all I miss what I don’t have

in between reborn and fade away

I fall free upward

I hold on to fear

I was wrong to play

a greedy mind on wooden horses

and the carousel … upside down.

I fall free upward

I hold on to fear

I was wrong to play

a greedy mind on wooden horses

and the carousel … upside down.