| Song | Merry Go Round |
| Artist | Antje Duvekot |
| Album | The Near Demise of the High Wire Dancer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Someone is tossing petals in a stream | |
| Somewhere someone is standing at the foothills of their dreams | |
| Someone got a paintbrush, is painting over doubts | |
| Someone opened up his eyes and saw the sun coming out | |
| Someone was captive and found the courage to get off | |
| From a boulder in the well, somewhere the rain has stopped | |
| Someone is finding the place where they belong | |
| Everyday is summer somewhere in the world | |
| And the summer boys are headed for the falls to kiss the girls | |
| With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls | |
| They are filled with desire | |
| And high in the hills there's a baby being born | |
| As forgiveness and peace wash over bruises and sores | |
| People bridging the distance over nettles and thorns | |
| Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don't dance, heaven won't shine | |
| It's a mighty thick haze and it's a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won't flow | |
| If the love isn't bright enough the corn won't grow | |
| If the night isn't dark enough the moon won't glow | |
| A rich man counting money, a tired man counting sheep | |
| While the safe man counts his blessings, the hungry man has beans | |
| There's a million people praying, raising up their eyes | |
| To what turns out to be the same god, the same sky | |
| We are slightly scared of death, a little bit afraid | |
| So we celebrate everything we can think to celebrate | |
| We shall sing out loud to keep the hounds away | |
| Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don't dance, heaven won't shine | |
| It's a mighty thick haze and it's a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won't flow | |
| If the love isn't bright enough the corn won't grow | |
| If the night isn't dark enough the moon won't glow | |
| Prisons will crumble and governments will fall | |
| It's the order of freedom to be preceded by walls | |
| Cause the truth would be worthless if no one ever lied | |
| So we carry our shame in the interest of pride | |
| And we have all these questions to make us go roam | |
| And we’ve got all this distance to make us come home | |
| As the sun burns, a child learns, the tide churns, the world turns | |
| Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don't dance, heaven won't shine | |
| It's a mighty thick haze and it's a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won't flow | |
| If the love isn't bright enough the corn won't grow | |
| If the night isn't dark enough the moon won't glow |
| Someone is tossing petals in a stream | |
| Somewhere someone is standing at the foothills of their dreams | |
| Someone got a paintbrush, is painting over doubts | |
| Someone opened up his eyes and saw the sun coming out | |
| Someone was captive and found the courage to get off | |
| From a boulder in the well, somewhere the rain has stopped | |
| Someone is finding the place where they belong | |
| Everyday is summer somewhere in the world | |
| And the summer boys are headed for the falls to kiss the girls | |
| With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls | |
| They are filled with desire | |
| And high in the hills there' s a baby being born | |
| As forgiveness and peace wash over bruises and sores | |
| People bridging the distance over nettles and thorns | |
| Everyone aboard on the merrygoround | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don' t dance, heaven won' t shine | |
| It' s a mighty thick haze and it' s a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won' t flow | |
| If the love isn' t bright enough the corn won' t grow | |
| If the night isn' t dark enough the moon won' t glow | |
| A rich man counting money, a tired man counting sheep | |
| While the safe man counts his blessings, the hungry man has beans | |
| There' s a million people praying, raising up their eyes | |
| To what turns out to be the same god, the same sky | |
| We are slightly scared of death, a little bit afraid | |
| So we celebrate everything we can think to celebrate | |
| We shall sing out loud to keep the hounds away | |
| Everyone aboard on the merrygoround | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don' t dance, heaven won' t shine | |
| It' s a mighty thick haze and it' s a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won' t flow | |
| If the love isn' t bright enough the corn won' t grow | |
| If the night isn' t dark enough the moon won' t glow | |
| Prisons will crumble and governments will fall | |
| It' s the order of freedom to be preceded by walls | |
| Cause the truth would be worthless if no one ever lied | |
| So we carry our shame in the interest of pride | |
| And we have all these questions to make us go roam | |
| And we' ve got all this distance to make us come home | |
| As the sun burns, a child learns, the tide churns, the world turns | |
| Everyone aboard on the merrygoround | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don' t dance, heaven won' t shine | |
| It' s a mighty thick haze and it' s a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won' t flow | |
| If the love isn' t bright enough the corn won' t grow | |
| If the night isn' t dark enough the moon won' t glow |
| Someone is tossing petals in a stream | |
| Somewhere someone is standing at the foothills of their dreams | |
| Someone got a paintbrush, is painting over doubts | |
| Someone opened up his eyes and saw the sun coming out | |
| Someone was captive and found the courage to get off | |
| From a boulder in the well, somewhere the rain has stopped | |
| Someone is finding the place where they belong | |
| Everyday is summer somewhere in the world | |
| And the summer boys are headed for the falls to kiss the girls | |
| With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls | |
| They are filled with desire | |
| And high in the hills there' s a baby being born | |
| As forgiveness and peace wash over bruises and sores | |
| People bridging the distance over nettles and thorns | |
| Everyone aboard on the merrygoround | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don' t dance, heaven won' t shine | |
| It' s a mighty thick haze and it' s a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won' t flow | |
| If the love isn' t bright enough the corn won' t grow | |
| If the night isn' t dark enough the moon won' t glow | |
| A rich man counting money, a tired man counting sheep | |
| While the safe man counts his blessings, the hungry man has beans | |
| There' s a million people praying, raising up their eyes | |
| To what turns out to be the same god, the same sky | |
| We are slightly scared of death, a little bit afraid | |
| So we celebrate everything we can think to celebrate | |
| We shall sing out loud to keep the hounds away | |
| Everyone aboard on the merrygoround | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don' t dance, heaven won' t shine | |
| It' s a mighty thick haze and it' s a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won' t flow | |
| If the love isn' t bright enough the corn won' t grow | |
| If the night isn' t dark enough the moon won' t glow | |
| Prisons will crumble and governments will fall | |
| It' s the order of freedom to be preceded by walls | |
| Cause the truth would be worthless if no one ever lied | |
| So we carry our shame in the interest of pride | |
| And we have all these questions to make us go roam | |
| And we' ve got all this distance to make us come home | |
| As the sun burns, a child learns, the tide churns, the world turns | |
| Everyone aboard on the merrygoround | |
| Some things will rise up so that others come down | |
| If the devil don' t dance, heaven won' t shine | |
| It' s a mighty thick haze and it' s a pretty thin line | |
| If the facuet is tightened up the love won' t flow | |
| If the love isn' t bright enough the corn won' t grow | |
| If the night isn' t dark enough the moon won' t glow |