Read the forecast in the Racing Post
Five grey days waiting off the coast
There's a carousel that came to stay
Takes me off so far away
Where parts of you get left behind
Like socks on the washing line
And I wonder if I'll ever be
Away from you, and you from me
When I get the money back I'm gonna sell
I'm gonna focus more on living well
Oh, sometimes it's hard to tell
If you could call me back then I'd be there as well
And if I don't get off the scene I fear
I won't know where I've been upon the carousel
Oh, it's so hard to tell
That you ruin my life, that you ruin my life
And if I keep on running back I'm gonna fail
I'm gonna sail away on diving bells
Oh, sometimes it's hard to tell
Until you're calling in the dawn in Camberwell
And if I don't get off the scene I fear
I won't know where I've been upon the carousel
Oh, it's so hard to tell
That you ruin my life
Read the forecast in the Racing Post
May as well give up the ghost
Now the carousel is on its way
Takes me off to breaking days
There's parts of you, you can't keep dry
Like socks on the washing line
I'm a poster boy for thirsty turf
A firework falling back to Earth
Take a walk across the park
Dogs are barking in the dark
N' my memory, it's not so bright
A fairground without the lights
I think about you till you leave
I think about you when I breathe
The carousel, it starts to shake
I'll ride it still until it breaks
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