Sick Cycle Carousel

We're spinning in a circle.
Round and round and round and back again and round and round and round and back again.

The highs are really high
and the lows almost kill us when we hit the beams

When we're up there,
we ride the waves of pure happiness
we get giddy from the joy and elation
we are drunk

When we're down here,
we see the glaring truth
we fight suspicion and insecurities
we try to survive

It's a sick cycle carousel
we're spinning round and round and round

I'm afraid that it will end with us getting sick and wanting off the ride.

I wonder who will give up first...

We seem to get closer to hitting the fan every time...

"Sick Cycle Carousel"
- Lifehouse