Antonacci's Lament
On the carousel at 3am trying not to fall asleep
By 4 my eyes start to flutter
But i'm already in too deep
Should I go around again?
Maybe go around again?
Or just go around again?
Trying to recapture the dynamic we had before
But that's another blurry polaroid I should have left on the floor
Not starting another chapter: it's another brand new book
Though it shares the same protagonists it's got a different hook
At 5 i'm on the bucking bus, the last sunrise to see
Though i've waited here for four long years
It's always been us three
And though the pillow's not that soft
The blanket thin
And hair unwashed
At 6 there's nowhere else i'd rather be