Eaton Melon Moon

So the carnival's a no-show
But you line up all the same
The daylight on the wane
It took your horizontal crutch
And said, thank you very much
I hope you stay the same!

But the show-girls stay in touch
They always paint your phone
When you are all alone
But these wasted road will always shatter those
And this will expose all that the shows impose
Inside of you
The eaten melon Moon

So you're old enough to know
But young enough to try
This thing of getting by
And the ride has long to go
The ferris-wheel in tow, the carnival aglow
You find the trailers of the lions light

If you know it to be true
It's all just lies multiplied by two
See the circus sea nail down the boundaries
And the freaks all flee mismatched amalgamy
Which obscures the view
Of the eaten melon Moon

You can hang yourself out to dry
But the starlight still applies
A romance to your eyes
The official facts of fiction feed
The affection of a few
Into the complexion of the wise
And your diamonds turn to dust

As the carnival combusts
Like a luscious, lazy, lust
The martyrs masquerade in their electric robes
As the neon flames in mud all decompose
And then start anew
To make the eaten melon Moon