Intraocular Pressure

There's a roundabout in town we've never seen
old, decayed and mainly grey and green
with a big sign on a rotten, broken door
and many autumn leaves on a summer wooden floor
What you want and have to know about your life,
yourself and me, turn around, come up on this
roundabout, turning up your life, fear and love
at heaven on the very edge of life

Cruising on this roundabout my love will become true
I will turn around, around and spin around to you
I feel dizzy, gizzy, sizzy at a giddy height
My body, brain and heart without a heavy weight
What I like and have, when you come in sight
that' a roundabout every day and every night
Come up on this roundabout, turning up your life
fear and love at heaven on the very edge of life

Intraocular pressure, your brain leaves your head
Intraocular pressure, your eyes are so sad