The Epic (Fairground)

A hundred nights of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses
We all change and stay the same
With every day that passes
The Helter Skelter on the pier
Swings out over the sea
A red and yellow fairground on the ocean
Get your thrills and spills for 50p
I watch the money tumbling
Down from moving shelf to moving shelf
You don’t know that I come here
If you did you would know why
You don’t know
Staring at the wooden floor
Looking down between the cracks
You know I’m scared of heights I’m scared to drop
Into the hall of mirrors by the house of wax
There’s something in my face
I’ve never seen before
It wasn’t there yesterday
Somebody I don’t know
Something in my face
Coming out of the darkness
Out of the nightmare
Coming out of the walls
Something
You don’t know that I come here
If you did you would know why