Fairground Attraction

Children with candyfloss

And prizes of goldfish

Young men kill tin ducks

In sharp shooter poses

The laughter of the lovers

On the rickety stairs

The rumble of the diesel

And the sounds of the fair

An old gypsy lady

In soft Spanish whispers

Took my hands in hers

And told me their secrets

"Your heart is a fire

And his love is an ember

You must forget

What you'll always remember"

Superstitious nonsense

Just a fairground attraction

I walked through the neons

In search of distraction

But the tears in my eyes

Knew the truth in my heart

She'd only confirmed

What I knew at the start