Spinnin' On

It doesn't seem to matter what I do
A tree will grow its fruits
The fruits will rot after they fall
They go unnoticed til theres nothing left at all

I feel the cracks beneath my feet
The world is spinnin on without me
I feel the tremor in your hands
The world is spinnin on by chance

It doesn't seem to matter where I go
A bird will find a place to build its nest
The men could cut down every tree
The wind is blowing til theres nothin left

I feel the cracks along my bones
The world is spinning I suppose
I feel a certain kind of pounding in my chest
The world is spinning on I guess



Credits
Writer(s): Rayne Blakeman
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