Carnival - Burning Airlines

Tilt and whirl, rise and plummet

Stalled in the sky and loved it

Blacked out — the stars above the lot still shone on you

Wired on raw good luck

We’ll never get far enough above

The sordid and sticky low-rent show that moves below

I’m finding my own way around

Our carnivalesque common ground

When are the tents coming down?

Savoring stale confections

And magically cheap concessions

To faith in a framework built to stand a test of days

I can just smell the money;

A net beneath everything that falls

Into the gap between love and pornography

I’m finding my own way around

Our carnivalesque common ground

When are the tents coming down?

The medicine show comes around

To peddle a prescription now

To medicate mistrust of crowds

The pitch coming on sickly proud

There’s no way around

There’s no way around

And there’s no way the carnival tent’s coming down