I want to see you in all my stories darling
Like when we were the center of innocence
Without angles, ultra-sonic was her voice
But she is not there anymore

Carousel in trouble, take me to Mars now
Carousel in trouble, wake up already

A play on words, like a wonderful paper-brain
My eyes sings while you voice is eternal
Without angles, ultrasonic moon awaken
And she said

Carousel in trouble, take me to Mars now
Carousel in trouble, wake up already