spinning
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Through dark and through day
We persevered
Through the joy and through the pain
We stayed
As we were
We remain the same,
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know where I'm at.
I don't know where I'm heading,
And I don't know who I am.
The earth beneath me is spinning;
I am here and now I'm not.
you don't have to be mine
but i want to be yours
break down your barred arms
and unlock your chest's doors
let me find myself in your eyes
and smile into your neck
it burns where you touch me
I never know what's right and wrong
Why should I venture there?
Where mystery has full control
Where pain begins its stare
As a child your life is spinning,
out into this world you find yourself
lost on a merry go round.
Five and six, seven, eight
My body’s bruised; it’s getting late
‘Spin’
As the pole falls my smile slips
But on I go, I cannot quit
Step, together, step once more
i need to freeze this plane and travel to a parallel plane
and then return and pick up life where i left it when i'm ready
hibernation
but when you hibernate the world keeeps up spinning
I and Pi personify
and roll the die on you and I;
We think, we speak, we spin, we creak,
the beat is 2-pi, you and I,
you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I
