Fairground Attraction - Live

Children with candyfloss
 and prizes of goldfish
 Young men kill tin ducks
 in sharp shooter poses
 The laughter of the lovers
 on the rickety stairs
 The rumble of the diesels
 and the sounds of the fair
 An old gipsy lady,
 in soft Spanish whispers,
 took my hands in hers
 and told me their secrets:
 "Your heart is a fire
 and his love is an ember;
 you must forget
 what you'll always remember"
 Superstition's nonsense,
 just a fairground attraction
 I walk through the neons
 in search of distraction
 But the tears in my eyes
 knew the truth in my heart
 She'd only confirmed
 what I knew
 at the start