

There's a key beneath the floorboard where the dust began to rise
Keeping secrets in a shoebox from the tired,
grown-up eyes I was playing in the garden building houses made of
clay But the shadows grew so heavy that they chased the light
away
And the ticking of the clock gets louder now (tick,
tock)
Tell me how to make it stop some way,
somehow
Oh, the carousel is spinning,
but the music is too slow
And the wooden horses running with nowhere left to go
Lost inside the nursery,
we're hiding in the dark
Trying to remember how to find the missing spark (hahaha)
We draw monsters on the wallpaper to keep the walls awake Counting
up the little promises we knew that they would break No one
hears the porcelain doll that fell upon the floor So we lock
the attic window and we bolt the heavy door
Spinning round, spinning round,
don't look down
In a dress made of paper and a broken paper crown (ahhhh)
Oh, the carousel is spinning,
but the music is too slow And the wooden horses running with
nowhere left to go
Lost inside the nursery,
we're hiding in the dark
Trying to remember how to find the missing spark
Now the music box is winding down...
(hush
now)