High above the midway lights
The whole world looks small tonight
High above the rides
Tell me, why did I keep thinkin' 'bout your calling
You, me and the sky
If you're right and we're nothing at all
And you said we could never really fly If you're right and we're nothing at all Tell me, why do you keep thinkin' that your falling
Then you say that I could never make you mine
Swayin', sighin' at the skywheel top
The lights, springs, constellations will turn and stop
Kiss me once again and change your mind.
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