Horace Pinker - Carnival Nostalgia lyrics

i laughed with him no tears in his eyes always wore a grin was a nice disguise he looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside he looked like any other never did realize but i heard those fists they did fly do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival nostalgia for this task bury your memory with the dirt on these hands i laughed with him he snapped like that did he hurt his friends golden silence grins he looked like any other of our friends and i hear it's typical these days do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival nostalgia for this task bury your memory at last