Whirlwind
Perfect storms
Inside my mind
Do I fear change
Or is it time?
Is it time for me to pack my bags, walk out the door and go?
I don't feel there's anything for me here anymore
Askin' me why I act childish
Foot on the gas, I'm rackin' up mileage
Can't always run away from violence
Sometimes I wish the world was silent, yeah
Spillin' my blood
Onto the rocks
It never stops
Cycle I'm caught
Up in
Life got me dizzy like a whirlwind
Like a whirlwind
Picked up by the wind
Like a leaf
Knuckles bleed
Hangin' on by the skin of my teeth
I pray to God, with the Lord I plea
Help me, I cannot withstand this weather
My lifelines broke, I'm untethered
Not sure whether
To curl up or sprawl out
I call out to You
I call out to You
Head tramua, forgive me momma
I really tried to make it all right
But now we got no where to go
For all my work, I got nothin' to show
Are you listening to the words I sing?
In this situation there's no right thing
No way to chose, just pick a way to lose
Yellow Brick Road, too young for the blues
Askin' me why I act childish
Foot on the gas, I'm rackin' up mileage
Can't always run away from violence
Sometimes I wish the world was silent, yeah
Spillin' my blood
Onto the rocks
It never stops
Cycle I'm caught
Up in
Life got me dizzy like a whirlwind
Like a whirlwind
Inside my mind
Do I fear change
Or is it time?
Is it time for me to pack my bags, walk out the door and go?
I don't feel there's anything for me here anymore
Askin' me why I act childish
Foot on the gas, I'm rackin' up mileage
Can't always run away from violence
Sometimes I wish the world was silent, yeah
Spillin' my blood
Onto the rocks
It never stops
Cycle I'm caught
Up in
Life got me dizzy like a whirlwind
Like a whirlwind
Picked up by the wind
Like a leaf
Knuckles bleed
Hangin' on by the skin of my teeth
I pray to God, with the Lord I plea
Help me, I cannot withstand this weather
My lifelines broke, I'm untethered
Not sure whether
To curl up or sprawl out
I call out to You
I call out to You
Head tramua, forgive me momma
I really tried to make it all right
But now we got no where to go
For all my work, I got nothin' to show
Are you listening to the words I sing?
In this situation there's no right thing
No way to chose, just pick a way to lose
Yellow Brick Road, too young for the blues
Askin' me why I act childish
Foot on the gas, I'm rackin' up mileage
Can't always run away from violence
Sometimes I wish the world was silent, yeah
Spillin' my blood
Onto the rocks
It never stops
Cycle I'm caught
Up in
Life got me dizzy like a whirlwind
Like a whirlwind
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Writer(s): Dylan James
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