The cold air kisses your face
Bringing a blush to your cheek
Leaving a visible trace
Of what it cannot speak
High up in the air
Your untied laces, swinging
Sky with a starry flare
The eager night, singing
A Ferris wheel
Is a magical thing
Onto the bars you cling
For the bottom seems
Much too soon
Up there
You can see
The secrets we conceal
And maybe you feel free
From what you feel
La-di-da-di-da-di-dum
La-di-da-di-da
La-di-da-di-da-di-da-da-da-da
La-di-dum-da-da-da
La-di-da-di-da-di-dum
La-di-da-di-da
La-di-da-di-da-di-da-da-da-da
La-di-dum-da-da-da
A Ferris wheel
Is a magical thing
Onto the bars you cling
As it raises you
To the moon
Up there
You can see
The secrets we conceal
And maybe you feel free