Lyrics:

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 diesel
And the sounds of the fair

An old gypsy 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

Superstitious nonsense
Just a fairground attraction
I walked 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

Oh-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah