So the carnival's a no-show But you line up all the same The daylight on the wane It took your horizontal crutch And said, thank you very much I hope you stay the same! But the show-girls stay in touch They always paint your phone When you are all alone But these wasted road will always shatter those And this will expose all that the shows impose Inside of you The eaten melon Moon So you're old enough to know But young enough to try This thing of getting by And the ride has long to go The ferris-wheel in tow, the carnival aglow You find the trailers of the lions light If you know it to be true It's all just lies multiplied by two See the circus sea nail down the boundaries And the freaks all flee mismatched amalgamy Which obscures the view Of the eaten melon Moon You can hang yourself out to dry But the starlight still applies A romance to your eyes The official facts of fiction feed The affection of a few Into the complexion of the wise And your diamonds turn to dust As the carnival combusts Like a luscious, lazy, lust The martyrs masquerade in their electric robes As the neon flames in mud all decompose And then start anew To make the eaten melon Moon