Peter Adams
Spiraling
I am king of leaving things behind Where I have gone and you will find
Seven houses sitting in a row Where I have gone and you will go So how do you get by? I'll pretend that I was never here
Every single holy year
I am bored with everything in sight
My eyes go spiraling tonite
Oh what a lonely day
Tonite we ride for the millionth time
The moon is light for the desperate nite
As I stroll the sidewalks in a daze And suck up all the radio waves,
Seven thoughts go shooting through the sky Every one a life gone by
I live where the heavens bend
From Letras Mania