И я не знаю сколько раз ты умерла в моих глазах
Проблема явно не в тебе
Ведь я, дурак, ждал и терпел

Я ту ночь прожил не без труда
Ты мне помогла открыть глаза
Давно уже все стоило понять
Теперь уткнулся головой в кровать

И я не знаю сколько раз ты умерла в моих глазах
Проблема явно не в тебе
Ведь я, дурак, ждал и терпел
И я не знаю сколько раз ты умерла в моих глазах
Проблема явно не в тебе
Ведь я, дурак, ждал и терпел

Плевать, что я больше не с тобой
Мне важнее обрести покой
Увы, продлится он совсем чуть-чуть
Мне так нужна привязанность к кому-нибудь
Почему я склонен винить себя?
Ответ непрост: я сам не понимаю
Почему я способен это простить
Ответ непрост: ведь я точно не знаю

И я не знаю сколько раз иы умерла в моих глазах
Проблема явно не в тебе
Ведь я, дурак, ждал и терпел

[Part I]

[Spoken Verse]
I stepped out onto the midway
I was looking for the pirate ship and saw this small, old white tent at one end
It was blue and had white lights hanging all around it
I decided to check out the tent, it seemed like I could hear music coming from inside
As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd of people at the sideshow
I couldn't figure out why they would want to wait in line
I pulled back the drape thing on the tent
There was a crystal ball at the table, and behind it, a girl wearing a hat
She smiled, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read
I said, "Okay" and sat down
Then I thought about it for a minute, and asked her if she would rather go on the roller coaster instead

[Part II]

[Verse 1]
Creeping up into the sky
Stopping, at the top, and then starting down
The girl grabbed my hand, I clutched it tight
I said good-bye to the ground

[Interlude]
Far below, a soiled man
A bucket of torn tickets at his side
He watches the children run by
And cleans his teeth

[Verse 2]
Spinning round, my head began to turn
I shouted, and searched the sky for a friend
I heard the fortune teller, screaming back at me
We stuck out our hands and met the wind

[Verse 3]
The girl falters as she steps down from the platform
She clutches her stomach, and begins to heave
The ticket-taker smiles, and the last car is ready
"Who told you that you could leave?"

[Part III]

[Spoken Verse]
The sun was setting by the time we left
We walked across the deserted lot, alone
We were tired, but we managed to smile
At the gate I said goodnight to the fortune teller
The carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face, but I could tell she was blushing