The Spin Astride

You've been spinning and spinning
And spinning astride your own grave
The funeral planning is dragging
It drags on for days

The petals and petals and petals and sand
Staining my hands
Think it's time, that I threw them away

And there is no life dear
No there is no life after death
The term in itself is a joke
It's an ironic mess

And grief comes full circle it spirals
And puts a nice new spin on loneliness
Think it's time that
That I gave it a rest

That I put it to rest
That I put it to rest

The shiver-show curtain
Is drawing behind my back
The scene has no ending they're cutting
They've cut straight to black

The waiting and waiting and waiting is mad
When will it end?
Think it's time that
That I gave it a rest

I wrote you a story
In which I starve to death
Locked in a room with the key
Buried safe in your hand
Your coat on my shoulders,
The warming nostalgia
I'm done with that

It's time that I gave it a rest

That I put you to rest
That I put you to rest



Credits
Writer(s): Carla Malrowe
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