Texty: Cranberries. Other. Carousel.

River side, river run
I take my tea at one
With coffee and some cigarettes
I watch you dare out the sun
I rule this town with poisoned wells
But with lovers running parallel
Angel dust I'm all mixed up
I think I'm running towards the carousel

Sweetened like a sweetened cherry
Bury me beneath the hills
Whispering with their bare trees
I will array my conspiracy
I'll wash away all the dirty
Scorch it on a blue heart flame
Settle under a riverbed
Never to come back again

I dig a hole, I dig a well
I try to save me from myself
I think I could I think I will
I think I'm running towards a carousel