Spinning Spiraling Machine — текст песни (blues traveler)

Spinning, spiraling machine

Tumble and toil in my command

Imagination, be my eye

Bring your vision to my hand



Spinning, spiraling machine

Ive a prayer for you to hear

Let not your gear wheels fly away

Bringing cause for me to fear



For in this world of grand illusion

Muscles tear and muscles heal

And muscles have their own perception

And muscles need to know the real



Its a muscle that beats and pumps the blood flow

And hearts, they need a chance to grow

Nourished on a chance to understand them

The progress comes out ever slow



Like a flash of lightning to a blind man

A coat of paint upon the wall

You never let them see my horrible pain

You never let them see the fall



I will not care if points a finger

I will not care if called insane

Its in the storm I will find shelter

If lost and lonely Ill complain



Spinning, spiraling machine

You spin and spiral in my head

Tis up to me if Im to love you

Tis up to me if Im to dread

Tis up to me if Im to love you

Tis up to me if Im to dread