Lyrics: Tumars Alim
Music: Tumars Alim
I’m not Beethoven or Mozart
even though we all have curly hairs
I’m just a girl who is turning eighteen this September
and I’m nervous, happy, and thrilled
Living on a Ferris Wheel
And dreaming about the things we wish to have
I was on a wonderland that could be on the record
You are beholder, we were together
I feel like I’m on a Ferris Wheel
Looking at the sun standing so near
I could touch the sky without fear
And you are sitting right at the opposite
Living on a Ferris Wheel
Eating clouds like they’re marshmallows
Passing through the rainbow without fear
And you are sitting right at the opposite
I am not a perfect girl
But I am always me with my own glamour
You like me being myself without drifting along
Being honest, happy, and real
Looking out of Ferris Wheel
And thinking about the things we used to have
I was on a wonderland that could be on the record
You are beholder, we were together
I feel like I’m on a Ferris Wheel
Looking at the sun standing so near
I could touch the sky without fear
And you are sitting right at the opposite
Living on a Ferris Wheel
Eating clouds like they’re marshmallows
Passing through the rainbow without fear
And you are sitting right at the opposite
Ferris Wheel
Living on a Ferris Wheel