Текст песни Blues Traveler - Spinning Spiraling Machine
Blues Traveler - Spinning Spiraling Machine слова песни
Spinning, spiraling machineTumble and toil in my commandImagination, be my eyeBring your vision to my handSpinning, spiraling machineIve a prayer for you to hearLet not your gear wheels fly awayBringing cause for me to fearFor in this world of grand illusionMuscles tear and muscles healAnd muscles have their own perceptionAnd muscles need to know the realIts a muscle that beats and pumps the blood flowAnd hearts, they need a chance to growNourished on a chance to understand themThe progress comes out ever slowLike a flash of lightning to a blind manA coat of paint upon the wallYou never let them see my horrible painYou never let them see the fallI will not care if points a fingerI will not care if called insaneIts in the storm I will find shelterIf lost and lonely Ill complainSpinning, spiraling machineYou spin and spiral in my headTis up to me if Im to love youTis up to me if Im to dreadTis up to me if Im to love youTis up to me if Im to dread