roundabouts in your mind
are you sickened by the spin?
as it stands no sign of ever slowing down
see the ground passing by at a hundred miles
I can just about comprehend it all
you said it must
be the chemical rush
with the light-hearted ache
and a light-headed touch
you said it's all that ever makes you feel this way
in this boat on your own
in this vessel all alone
and it flows out of reach
and who knows where it goes?
see the stream gaining speed now a hundred miles
I can just about comprehend it all
you said it must
be the chemical rush
with the light-hearted ache
and a light-headed touch
you said it's all that ever makes you feel this way