The Ferris Wheel
Jin Matutammada
I get back home early to see you.
Running away from the truth.
You pat my back and say you’re the best.
Are we on the right track? My Dear.
If I’m the one who casts the dice, that would be cool.
Lend me a hand and hold it tight. Yeah, this will do.
I lay down on your bed without you.
Feel your heartbeat. It winds me down.
Cause the ferris wheel has spun my head all around.
Picking up the pieces, there will be another round.
If I’m the one who casts the dice, that would be cool.
Lend me a hand and hold it tight. This will do.
