To begin to roar, To run away
Or to lock the door
And to be silent and lie
To study the ceiling
And to dream not as all
To kiss the skies
The ceiling is the carousel
Half an hour, Half an hour

Half an hour, the train derails
Half an hour is not your lane
Half an hour, half an hour, not a question
Not the answer, half an hour, half an hour
Half an hour without you, half an hour
Half an hour, he's not me, half an hour
Everyone, everyone, half an hour
To their own addresses, half an hour

And to break away as all
As in sleep
I'm not me
Not my carousel,
And not my dream,
Or smoke, or sadness,
Or rain on the eyes
I will return, I will return
Half an hour, half an hour

Half an hour, the train derails
Half an hour is not your lane
Half an hour, half an hour, not a question
Not the answer, half an hour, half an hour
Half an hour without you, half an hour
Half an hour, he's not me, half an hour
Everyone, everyone, half an hour
To their own addresses, half an hour

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