Lucy Wainwright Roche - Open Season

Open season on a broken heart
This is the year they take the summer apart
There is a magic to the carnival arts and i can hear the sound

Is it the wind through the wonder wheel
Is it the science of the way we feel
Is it the silence of that old appeal will you be mine again?

My love, my love, are you on a winter beach tonight
Waiting on a last chance rocket ride over the boardwalk
Follow the noise no one but me and the neighborhood boys
Will remember where we were when this went down

The ocean calls us like we’ve never been
One hundred games that we will never win
Close your eyes and hear the teacups spin as it begins to snow

And if you’re careful that’s not all you’ll hear
The mermaids watch us steal a souvenir
And whisper moral warnings in our ears as we are heading home

My love, my love, are you on a winter beach tonight
Waiting on a last chance rocket ride over the boardwalk
Follow the noise no one but me and the neighborhood boys
Will remember where we were when this went down

So take a deeper breath let’s hear you sing
And reach your hand out for an iron ring
You’ll get another chance oh that’s the thing we will be back again

Cause summer comes around on any clock
A wash with bathing suits and polka dots
We’ll ride the subways to their final stops to see the sea again