A soundtrack for the last ride of the evening, when the carnival lights blur into soft halos and the world feels suspended in a dream. Lemon custard filling and pink cotton candy melt into vanilla buttercream and spun sugar, while you are forever on a carefree painted carousel horse riding in circles endlessly beneath pastel skies. There is a feeling of being held safely inside this beautiful memory where time slows down and worries drift away with the music. Sweet, comforting, and achingly nostalgic. A promise that for just one more turn of the carousel, nothing’s gonna hurt you baby.
