[Verse 1] Red sky Ash on my tongue Church bell Never gets rung Street preacher grins Cards in his sleeve Says, “Son, the show’s over” “But no one’s gonna leave” [Chorus] Round and round On the doom gloom carousel Going down But you ride it so well Take my hand Into the black motel Check in for the end of days End of days, oh well (oh well) [Verse 2] Calendar burned Dates turning black Smoke writing words That you can’t take back Children make crowns Out of yellowing news Laugh while they dance In their unlaced shoes [Chorus] Round and round On the doom gloom carousel Going down But you ride it so well Take my hand Into the black motel Check in for the end of days End of days, oh well (oh well) [Bridge] Midnight cracks Like a cheap stained glass Every saint in the frame Wears a gas mask I kiss your shadow In a broken mirror If this is the last slow spin Let it pull us nearer (come closer) [Chorus] Round and round On the doom gloom carousel Going down But you ride it so well Take my hand Into the black motel Check in for the end of days End of days, oh well (oh well)
