The Carousel -

Raven:

The carousel goes round forever whirling

King becomes the beggar becomes the clown

And when the clown he weeps, the crowd all come then to their feet

And applaud him as he falls the long way down

Long ago the sounds of crowds and madness

Howled throughout the long and wild eve

What i wouldn’t spend

To hear those sounds again

And oh then what a sweet sound that would be

Oh then what a sweet sound that would be

We used to be a legend spoke with reverence

Inebriates would worship at our feet

The place they’d long to see

To embrace all their extremes

Oh then what a sweet sound that would be

I cannot tell how long we have been trapped here

And now the way out lands here at my feet

Another whirl around, another game another clown

One quick cut and sleep the dreamless sleep

One quick cut how simple it would be

Helen:

Where do you go now

When all that you love

And all of your world is broken

All of its gone

All that you lived for

All you believed and you hoped

Where do you go when its over

From where your heart broke

Where is my sister

She came through this way

She’s all that i’ve left shes all that i got

Shes all that remains

Sheriff:

There a place for us i know

Past this strange and awful show

Past this mad land and these dogs upon our throats

There’s a place for us i swear

If i only knew just where

Some where far away we’ll find another home

All i’ve left is just this gun

And i will take out anyone

Who comes to take or harm you this i know

Han Mi:

This carnival is all we have to run to

This nut is all we have help us through

The voice who froze our town

Is coming for us now

We’re all we have to help ourselves on through

Henry:

Where are we going

And why even try

They’ll gut you and smile and gut you some more

In a world made of lies

Clutching our memories

That are untrue at best

Lies and illusions and sadness and loss

These are all we have left

Raven:

Bring to me your pain your bitter bondage

Bring to me the tears that cut your face

The lost here bid you come

Ah, dear Helen, my lost love

What a mad last bedlam we could make

One of you has got the gift i’m certain

It must be you and you must be my queen

To see that one more time

Is almost worth staying alive

Oh then what a sweet sound that could be