Ticket in my mittened hand
Leaves confetti on my shoes
Paper lanterns swinging slow
Like they're humming tiny tunes
Carousel of painted swans
Tilt-a-whirl of squeaking lights
You say
“Race you to the games”
Then we vanish in the stripes
Under cotton candy skies
Spinning
Spinning
Sugar high
We are too young to be wise
So we trade our coins for rides
Under cotton candy skies
Sticky fingers
Laughing eyes
If this season has to fly
Let it fall in caramel light
Apple on a wooden stick
Cracking when you take a bite
Your red scarf keeps slipping off
I keep tying it up right
Fortune lady reads our palms
Says we glow in harvest gold
We just draw mustaches on
All the faces in her bold cards
Under cotton candy skies
Spinning
Spinning
Sugar high
We are too young to be wise
So we trade our coins for rides
Under cotton candy skies
Sticky fingers
Laughing eyes
If this season has to fly
Let it fall in caramel light
Will we remember
Every crooked little booth?
The crooked mirrors
Stretching
Shrinking all our youth?
You say
“Promise me
When the colors melt to white
We'll still find a way to laugh
At the quiet winter nights”
Under cotton candy skies
Spinning
Spinning
Sugar high
We are too young to be wise
So we trade our coins for rides
Under cotton candy skies
Sticky fingers
Laughing eyes
If this moment has to slide
Let it drift like maple light
