Topsy-Turvy

I wanna talk to you about my day,
my week, my feelings.
So come out and play with me
While I do my singing.

I wrote this song to paint a picture
About a ceiling.
About what's like to live a life
Upside-down slowly spinning.

Oh, why could it be?
That my life is turning topsy-turvy
Oh, what could it be?
Stopping me from feeling calm, and warm and fuzzy

Oh, how does it seem?
To listen to my dreams
To you who I can talk about my day and not be mean
My little thing.

With all the ups and downs, and sights and sounds my feeling.
Turnin' my tummy right round and round in circles churnin'.
Maybe is I who can't stop thinking about the bad things.
Wonderin' about the possibilities of what life might or could or had.

Oh, why could it be?
That my life is turning topsy-turvy
Oh, what could it be?
Stopping me from feeling calm, and warm and fuzzy

Oh, how does it seem?
To listen to my dreams
To you who I can talk about my day and not be mean

Where is my head spinning now?
Keepin' me from fallin' down.
With all the things that's botherin' me.
I'll wait for you and...

Oh, why could it be?
That my life is turning topsy-turvy
Oh, what could it be?
Stopping me from feeling calm, and warm and fuzzy

Oh, how does it seem?
To listen to my dreams
To you who I can talk about my day and not be mean

Oh, why could it be?
That my life is turning topsy-turvy
Oh, what could it be?
Stopping me from feeling calm, and warm and fuzzy

Oh, how does it seem?
To listen to my dreams
To you who I can talk about my day and not be mean

Oh, why could it be?
Oh, what could it be?
How does it seem,
To listen to my dreams?

How does it seem,
To listen to my dreams?
When I have you to talk and... scream.



Credits
Writer(s): Kirsten Long
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