Lyrics

Patterned tiles in shimmering grace Catch carousel smiles painted in place Quietly forging, the head meets the hand Fluttering softly, the footsteps escaping And soulless poverty sends its greeting The strange girl, she wears red today And then sometimes has nowhere to hang The face he wore for her This labyrinth of vales to wander Follow the witches' revelry Here his way one gladly loses Truly it would easier be