Closing Time

Sun climbs the heaven's tongue Cockerel-shaped lollipop Everybody's at the fun fair Ready to take off Silver swing boats made of steel Well-placed in a row Reflections of their engines turning 'round With nowhere to go People kissing in the park Beneath a paper moon Everybody's got a secret What if somebody knew? Where there is a tiny spark Of how things could be Will soon be chased and buried with the spade Of the world Everything keeps spinning The end has no beginning The bottom is the ceiling Everything's upside down Sunbeams on the cheeks I kiss You never know what you'll miss It's closing time at the fun fair Everybody's gone Where there was a tiny spark Of how things could be Will soon be chased and buried with the spade Of the world Growing up to learn to Laugh at things that hurt so Much, I think my stomach Is about to burst Everything keeps spinning The end has no beginning The bottom is the ceiling Everything's upside down