Relax, sit back, and crack a smile Laugh and wonder what good is a song that no one will hear This cursed world, giving life to things just to watch them disappear I should've been a pair of ragged claws But instead I know too much, too much I've seen too much, too much Children weeping as they're beheaded by savage laughing men Children weeping as they hold cold mothers We blow a kiss and it's lost in the wind I try to hold on to the carousel In a dizzying hysteria of light I find I'm god And I hurt myself For my own sin of creation I'm beginning to lose my grip, sweetheart Love is a beautiful fleeting thing It's all I want but I fear it's a gift on borrowed time I laugh at my paper-mâché perils As they rattle in the wind And they laugh too