My spinning heart
Maybe its my head
Each  one for her
To hold on to
It was the earth
The culprit
merry go round
And round
she goes
My heart like a record
Under her needle
Playing song
Listen  to that 808
Beat the drums
Expressing atmosphere
And the ambience of sound
As wind chimes are a voice of the wind
I am heard as a resounding gong
Clanging my cymbals
Where did i go wrong
Entering this world so dizzy
Spinning  round  and round
Maybe its my heart
Maybe its  my head
That just cant take the spin
The sound of hope
I just cant hear it
Spin another  record Sammy
The one about  the desert
how it was so dry
Till she wet  it
Her lips moistened with kisses
And therapeutics  
Messing with my heart
messing with my head
I just  cant take these revolutions
The earth spinning me
Into convulsions
I'm  sick to my nuisance
My song.of violins
Can you hear the deep cello
Plugging his strings
I see a black swan on the waters
Of imagery
lookin me.bacc
She did
Playing that 808
Deeper into the.night
My spinning  heart
Maybe its my head
Each one for her to hold on to
We already knew.the culprit
From dust to death
We have to get back to the garden
But where is the path
Someone change the record
put  on songs of forget  me nots
We could change the picture
before you take one
The 808 was beating down
And she licked her lips
Like she's  does
When she needs.them wet
I just looked at the way she did
And remembered it
A few times over again
My spinning heart
Maybe its my head
In a million circles
Spinning away