| Lyrics: | They're creeping on,
through your mind,
won't you think it over.
We know the
scenes,
they're marching on with torches,
peeping from inside,
with evil's eyes.
the
ferris wheel is turning,
the tale is told again.
And if we don't care,
we end up all the
same.
We stroke the flames,
we never quenched all those years,
we should have
learned
from things which may come close.
We need to talk,
time has come,
don't play
it down,
it's over.
We know their themes,
it's creeping on with caution,
peeping
from inside,
with evil's eyes.
(M:Maile Meyn Ito, T:Meyn) |
