Spindle
It feels like a long time ago
When you were a child
And now it's forgotten
Looks like someone I used to know
Seems like the mem'ries are forgotten
I still hear your laugh
When nothing was serious
And we were fearless
We were nearest
Then
I was wrapped up like a spindle
I gathered up my pride
And still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
I was wrapped up like a spindle
We don't talk, no
We don't talk much anymore
But I've been around, no
To how you been, how does it go?
I guess it's the way it works
Yeah, I guess it's the way it's supposed to go
But this ain't a game now
You got me wrapped up like a spindle
I gathered up my pride
And still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
I was wrapped up like a spindle
I gathered up my pride
But still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
But still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
You've got your mother's Irish eyes
And your father's patience
And you stand in a disguise
Like a face that nobody knows
A place that's been forgotten
As the fear creeps into your soul
As you run with your hands in your pockets
From someone you used to know
You were wrapped up like a spindle
You gathered up your pride
But still you can't say the words
But still you can't say goodbye
You were wrapped up like a spindle
You gathered up your pride
But still you can't say the words
And still you can't say goodbye
When you were a child
And now it's forgotten
Looks like someone I used to know
Seems like the mem'ries are forgotten
I still hear your laugh
When nothing was serious
And we were fearless
We were nearest
Then
I was wrapped up like a spindle
I gathered up my pride
And still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
I was wrapped up like a spindle
We don't talk, no
We don't talk much anymore
But I've been around, no
To how you been, how does it go?
I guess it's the way it works
Yeah, I guess it's the way it's supposed to go
But this ain't a game now
You got me wrapped up like a spindle
I gathered up my pride
And still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
I was wrapped up like a spindle
I gathered up my pride
But still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
But still I can't say the words
Still I can't say goodbye
You've got your mother's Irish eyes
And your father's patience
And you stand in a disguise
Like a face that nobody knows
A place that's been forgotten
As the fear creeps into your soul
As you run with your hands in your pockets
From someone you used to know
You were wrapped up like a spindle
You gathered up your pride
But still you can't say the words
But still you can't say goodbye
You were wrapped up like a spindle
You gathered up your pride
But still you can't say the words
And still you can't say goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Matte Jonathan Michel
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