Endless cycles, they twist and turn across my mind, and I can’t see if I am blind.
Thoughts that at once seemed so grand, have vanished through the ages, lost within the faded pages.
The darkness in my heart; I can see you clearer, by the light that’s in your mirror.
And Fowler’s Ferris Wheel, it brings us up, it brings us down, but we still keep spinning round and round.

With hollow eyes I see, and with muffled ears I hear, the fading echoes of the year.
Hurricanes of thoughts, raging through my head, I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.
And what’s been found, if I could lose it I would, but I never can turn back around.
And Fowler’s Ferris Wheel, it brings us up, it brings us down, but we still keep spinning round and round.

And now, I see you standing there, waterfalls running through your hair,
Flowing back and waving through the soft September air.
The leaves are falling, they are calling you back to them,
And I have no idea where I’ve been.

The orange leaves, the warning lights, flashing in the darkest night,
I think I’d better go, if only I could be someone else.
And this path I’ve chosen, all the exits frozen over,
And only time can bleed my pain away.

Endless cycles, they slither wildly through my brain, and I think I might be going insane,
And we are going nowhere, for there is nowhere left to go, but back to where we came.
When my time is up, I’ll be floating up and down, nothing was ever found,
And Fowler’s Ferris Wheel, it brings us up, it brings us down, but we still keep spinning round and round.