The harlequins have gone to bed, the lights are getting dim The carousel is slowing down, the ferris wheel won't spin The cowboy hats and costume parties don't feel like so much fun The glass's hue turns pink to blue, I see that this is done I want to live forever in your heart like we said But at the end of every happy life somebody drops dead I'm trapped in the tunnel of love It might not be so bad If I could find myself in anything But memories we had And now I'm locked in the tunnel of love Just waiting to jump ship But no sailor wants to accept that the end Is part of the trip Well I love you, I'd love to see you on chapel stairs But we're both in denial if this war was ever fair All the sequins and the sideshows, just distractions from the facts We've been going through the motions, now we're both caught in the act I want to live forever in your heart like we said But at the end of every happy life somebody drops dead I'm trapped in the tunnel of love It might not be so bad If I could find myself in anything But memories we had And now I'm locked in the tunnel of love Just waiting to jump ship But no sailor wants to accept that the end Is part of the trip I'm trapped in the tunnel of love, I'm trapped in the tunnel of love I'm trapped in the tunnel of love

Getting crazy on the waltzers But it's the life that I choose Hey, sing about the six blade, sing about the switchback And a torture tattoo And I've been riding on a ghost train Where the cars, they scream and slam And I don't know where I'll be tonight But I'd always tell you where I am In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light She had a ticket for the races Yeah, just like me, she was a victim of the night I put my hand upon the lever Said let it rock and let it roll I had the one-arm bandit fever There was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turnin' Neon burnin' up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love Yeah, love It's just a danger When you're riding at your own risk She said, "You are the perfect stranger" She said, "Baby, let's keep it like this" It's just a cakewalk, twisting baby, yeah, step right up and say "Hey mister, give me two, give me two now 'Cause any two can play" And the big wheel keep on turning Neon burnin' up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me, girl On the tunnel of love Oh love, love Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig Money for muscle and another girl I dig Another hustle just to Just to make it big and rock away, rock away Oh rock away, rock away And girl, it looks so pretty to me Like it always did Oh, like the Spanish city to me When we were kids Yeah, girl it looks so pretty to me Just like it always did Oh, like the Spanish city to me When we were kids Woh la! Check it out She took off her silver locket She said, "Remember me by this" She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough But something must have made me stay And the big wheel keep on turning Neon burnin' up above And I'm just high on this world Come on and take a low ride with me, girl On the tunnel of love Yea love, love On the tunnel of love Woah love, love Yeah, now I'm searchin' through these carousels and the carnival arcades Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades In any shooting gallery where promises are made To rock away, rock away Rock away, rock away From Cullercoats to Whitley bay And to rock away And, girl it looks so pretty to me Like it always did Like the Spanish city to me When we were kids Girl, it looks so pretty to me Like it always did Like the Spanish city to me When we were kids

We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding And we might've started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We keep the beat with your blistered feet And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend and dreaming Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been We might've said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Oh It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years, and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning