There's a carousel   Spinning your thoughts into foreign parts   And botching your plans up   It always comes around again,   The pop,   To pick you up   Put the needle down and ride it out    Before it starts      Are there stars in your bag   Sealed with titanium clasp   While all the clouds spin around in your head?   You're a broken record      You'll fuck this up   You can bet on it   You're made of glass   So overexposed   It always comes around   It always comes around   It always comes around    It always comes around