Past lying, past dying
Past weeping and crying
Past scheming, past screaming,
Past night- and day-dreaming.
All this and more
As we lie on the floor
And we’re turning…
Slowly turning…
Ever more.
Twisting and turning
And blazing and burning
Cannot sing, cannot scream
Cannot lust, cannot dream
All this and more
As we lie on the floor
And we’re turning…
Slowly turning…
Ever more.
We are losing ourselves in the haze
Gone are nighttimes, gone are days
Gone are spirits, gone are souls
Gone are mountains and hills of moles
All this and more
As we lie on the floor
And we’re turning…
Slowly turning…
Ever more.
All this and more
As we lie on the floor
And we’re turning…
Slowly turning…
Ever more.