The Carnival from Charlie by Swimming Bell

We were standing by the road
You took my hand and said
Oh, what a breaking world it is
Quietly I noticed you
The moonlight on your head
Oh, what a lovely world it is
We would walk in unison
The rhythm of your breath
Oh, what a graceful song it is

Everyone’s in magazines
Smiling back at me
And oh, what strange world it is
Someday they will melt away
Ink between their eyes
And oh, what a funny thing it is

Put them in a picture frame
Hung it on my chest
With gold and silver thread
We would keep the little songs
They sung to us at night
Quiet lullaby’s

Once upon a time there was
A notion of a man
With yellow dreams in his hands
But we were at the carnival
We were stuck inside the tent
Shivering and cold and we were wet

And when the bears have done their dance
And they disappear again
Oh, what a way to end

• Acoustic
• Folk
• chill
• experimental folk
• indie folk
• New York