The Decemberists

by the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light,



i may have gone too far,



i may have gone too much, too long.



i'm a dull and witless boy.



in the after bars, think i was sullied by a dream.



in the killing jar,



you and me at war at arms



all falling in embrace.







tell me why you lied



and what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny







a tawny gypsy girl



sleeping blanketed by stars



beneath the tilt-a-whirl



where we were coyly caught alone



all fumbling with your blouse







tell me why you lied



and what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny







and in the rollercoaster din



by the parachutes in saddle shoes you break your shin



but i have never seen two eyes so shiny



and the sullen beery swine



try to tangle you in sullen beery balls of twine



have they ever seen two eyes so shiny?







the boys in denim vests



smoking cigarettes between their bootblack fingertips



sweetly tipsy by the half-light



the light and the half-light







tell me why you lied



and what it is you do to keep your eyes so shiny