When I stop spinning I'd like to go away
For a long weekend
Or indefinitely to an old ocean town
Where I know nobody and nobody cares
That I'm recovering from the third degree
Bubbles blistering on my skin
From the acid rain my eyes released
Like a plague
Like a nightmare
Like a cry to get away to
Splash around in the sea
Gaze at strangers in a bar
Maybe one will buy me a soda water
And we can talk about nothing
And I'll crawl under his covers
And I'll imagine our future together
And I'll get in my car and leave
It all feels kind of pointless
It all feels kind of strange
To meander like a plastic bag
Rush hour on the highway
I'll come back home
And I won't feel different
But I'll smile and I'll lie
Because it's important
For the ones who love me