Lyrics

SPINNING

Bacchus stood up on the table.
He was not so ordinarily sober that way.
Hidden through the grapes you'll find him
Hidden in and out of my life time and again.
And with his goblet he limped smiling all of his life.
He said, "hold on tight and now you're flying."
La la la la.

Through the night your thoughts get jumbled
Then somehow you start to crumble
Like two day old bread.
Weighted down by heavy talking
You look up and think you're walking upside-down.
And in your head you know you're having the time of your life.
You say it's not bad but it's not happening.
La la la la.

Oh no I'm coming down like 10,000 needles in my head.
Disillusion drown persuasion.
Will I feel it when I'm dead?

Well I'm spinning round, spinning round, spinning round again.
I'm spinning round, spinning round, spinning round again.