The End of The Fair

Sitting on the carpet
By the Christmas tree lights
It all feel so quiet
I think I'm alright
Out there it's cold
Covered faces wondering
Are fogging up those glasses
With heavy breaths and heavy souls

In one day it will be over, will it?
I can't help it but wonder
The freedom to breathe
At the end of the fair
Baby, somehow
I'm alright

Twelve months felt like
Twelve times I threw the dice (I threw the dice)
What now? Let me guess
What's the topic this time?
Would you ever bet we're
Living in the weirdest 12th month of the year?
(You can say it out loud)
I'm happy I'm not lying and if I am
Well I'm happy in my lie

In one year it'll be over, will it?
I can't help it but wonder
The freedom to breathe
At the end of the fair
Baby, somehow
I'm alright



Credits
Writer(s): Martina Migliardi
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