Brass Ring کے بول

I let it in Maybe I should let on When I feel everything but say nothing is wrong It's the path that I paved The road leads into itself I've been walking for days feeling sorry for myself As soon as I plant my feet The rug is pulled from under me Always reaching for the brass ring Around and around and around No luck reversed The carousel turns I let you in Maybe you should let on When you feel everything but tell me nothing is wrong I lie there at night Sleep to no avail My mind racing in circles A dog chasing its tail As soon as I plant my feet The rug is pulled from under me Always reaching for the brass ring Around and around and around No luck reversed The carousel turns How can I say what I want to say When every word pushes you away? How can I say what I want to say When every word pushes you away? Pushes you away