For all you broken hearted lovers lost
Go find another one
Cause you know time won't wait and you'll be late;
White rabbits on the run
It's hard to know what's good for you;
I know she'll let you down
But the fever breaks when it's too much to take
So you can put your weapons down
And all you'll hear is the music;
And beauty stands before you;
And love comes back around again
It's a carousel, my friend
It's never too late to change the pace
When days creep up on you
But the goodness is something you don't have to chase
Cause it's following you...
And all you'll hear is the music;
And beauty stands before you;
And love comes back around again
It's a carousel, my friend
I thought I heard your voice in the thunder
It's the owl casting spells that we're under;
I thought I heard your voice in the thunder
It's the owl casting spells that we're under;
I thought I heard your voice in the thunder
It's the owl casting spells that we're under;
I thought I heard your voice in the thunder
It's the owl casting spells that we're under;
Under...
And all I hear is the music;
And beauty stands before me;
And love comes back around again
It's a carousel, my friend-
It's in the music;
And beauty stands before you;
And love comes back around again
It's a carousel, a carousel
It's a carousel, my friend
Time won't wait, so don't be late;
White rabbits on the run