Blues Traveler

Spinning Spiraling Machine
Spinning, spiraling machine Tumble and toil at my command Imagination, be my eye Bring your vision to my hand Spinning, spiraling machine I've 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 It's a muscle that beats and pumps the blood flow And hearts, they need a chance to grow Nourished on attempts 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 Letras de cancionesI will not care if called insane It's in the storm I will find shelter If lost and lonely I'll complain Spinning, spiraling machine You spin and spiral in my head 'Tis up to me if I'm to love you 'Tis up to me if I'm to dread 'Tis up to me if I'm to love you 'Tis up to me if I'm to dread From Letras Mania