Hang me from the family tree
In the garden you never get to see
No matter how much I drink
the water circles the drain in the kitchen sink
The permanent stain from the company ink
You can stay above the water when you don't have time to think

Dressing up for a week in the dark
Two by two they all walk off the ark
The distant waves in the morning sun
through layers of fog the wet sand weighs a ton
As i sweat out the toxins in my veins
i'm on the path to get home but I keep on changing lanes

Oh lower me to the ground
as the slender hands on the clock keep spinning around (x2)

I haven't had an idle thought
since I signed on the dotted line
The carousel keeps spinning 'round
keep getting off at different times
but there's nothing left in me
as i scroll on through my phone
Just draw a smile on the mask for me
as I walk into this storm alone

Chorus

Carousel

Another Season Ends

I Passed The Exit Again

Movin' To The City

Moondust Trailing From My Hands

What's There To Say?

From The First Class Window

Waiting For The Sun

Homesick

Stray Boys

William Aurelle