Eaton Melon Moon

So the carnival's a no-show

But you line up all the same

The daylight on the wane

It took your horizontal crutch

And said, thank you very much

I hope you stay the same!

But the show-girls stay in touch

They always paint your phone

When you are all alone

But these wasted road will always shatter those

And this will expose all that the shows impose

Inside of you

The eaten melon Moon

So you're old enough to know

But young enough to try

This thing of getting by

And the ride has long to go

The ferris-wheel in tow, the carnival aglow

You find the trailers of the lions light

If you know it to be true

It's all just lies multiplied by two

See the circus sea nail down the boundaries

And the freaks all flee mismatched amalgamy

Which obscures the view

Of the eaten melon Moon

You can hang yourself out to dry

But the starlight still applies

A romance to your eyes

The official facts of fiction feed

The affection of a few

Into the complexion of the wise

And your diamonds turn to dust

As the carnival combusts

Like a luscious, lazy, lust

The martyrs masquerade in their electric robes

As the neon flames in mud all decompose

And then start anew

To make the eaten melon Moon