[Verse 1] I catch my crooked grin in the rear-view glass As the wreckage rolls by like a parade gone bad A paper crown turns in the gutter wind And the road keeps asking where I’ve been [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Keep your hands inside the ride” But the painted horses bolt at every sign [Chorus] Round we go, where the hinges bend Past the broken gate and back again You can call it a fall, you can call it a game I still know the face in the glass is mine [Verse 2] The rabbit’s watch has swallowed every hour The tea cups crack beneath the leaning tower You wave from a window dressed in red While the old road eats the words I never said [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Keep your hands inside the ride” Now the tracks have split and there’s nowhere to hide [Chorus] Round we go, where the hinges bend Past the broken gate and back again You can call it a fall, you can call it a game I still know the face in the glass is mine [Bridge] Take the left turn, lose the map Hear the iron teeth go snap If the whole thing comes apart Keep that grin; it knows the dark [Final Chorus] Round we go, where the hinges bend Past the broken gate and back again You can call it a fall, you can call it a game I still know the face in the glass is mine [Outro] The wreckage rolls by The road rolls on That crooked grin Still looking back
