Mary Fay - Where Lovers Carve Their Mark

The mood swing carousel Spins around and around A heavy head The cold hard ground You know I can't carry you home My arms are not that strong And our hearts no longer young Do you feel alive, still, after all these years? Have we lost the spark and dried up like the bark In which lovers carve their mark It kills the hunter more To see it die These damp, dead streets Have felt my feet to many times Sometimes I get carried away To the pearly gates but I can't pay My wings are taken away Away..... Do you feel alive, still, after all these years? Have we lost the spark