Carousel - Tindersticks

This old carousel keeps on turning

This old carousel keeps on turning, keeps on turning

Worn smooth, faces, voices, broken, cracking

Bright blue eyes in the darkness, passing lovers

Chances taken, good times used

Good times used

Tell me it wasn’t all for nothing

On that old carousel we refused

We rode, we rode, we made believe

Naked watching the snow falling, it burned our skin

On that old carousel we shouted our love

We shouted our love

Tell me it wasn’t all for nothing

That we weren’t just taking our time before we caved in

Those moments shared, they meant something, didn’t they?

That intimacy wasn’t all for nothing

We had something that was ours, tell me

We had something that was ours