Boy sits inside drowns his mind like an alcoholic
There he confines drawing lines unseen solves it
Pain a picture break a fixture snipping scripture promised
He looks at the sky for too long until he’s blinded
Then I kneel
Then I fold
Then I speak
But not too bold
Then to clouds
Then to God
Something else
‘till something sells
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Boy sits inside a chapel don’t believe a word that’s said
All he wants to do is see her watch her climbing from the dead
Then I kneel
Then I fold
Then I speak
But not too bold
Then to clouds
Then to God
Something else
‘till something sells
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
If only I could believe
If only I could believe
How can I speak to you now?
How can I speak to you now?
If only I could believe
Could be believe could be believed could be believed
If only I could why can’t I believe
How can I speak to you now?
How can I speak to you now?
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Bring it back to me bring it back to me bring it back my god
Bring him back to you bring him back to me bring him back to me my god
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Oh God
Won’t you spin for me
Boy sits inside drowns his mind like an alcoholic
Oh God won’t you bring me the things I need
Oh God won’t you buy back my family
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