This place is like somebody’s memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It’s like there was never anything here but jungle.
The only way I’d fall is if I jumped
That’s why you’re afraid to come over here
because a tiny part of you wants to jump
because it would be so easy
But I don’t want to jump
so I’m not afraid
I would never do that
I’m having too good of a time
it’s called the carousel.
it lets us travel a way a child travels,
round and around, and back home again
to a place where we know we are loved.