Carousel - East India Youth

We have the sound

Creaking loud

A cricket frame, suckling ash

We’re strange like just

How to turn round

CAROUSEL, CAROUSEL

Spinning around

CAROUSEL, CAROUSEL

Holds me down

Then nothing wants to begin us

The strange are just

Coming out

Until they went and I never lied

CAROUSEL, CAROUSEL

Spinning around

CAROUSEL, CAROUSEL

Holding me down