Wheel
Prickly skin with a misty sheen
Utopian hint from a wind unseen
Seeking out the in between
The ancient touch of our crumbling form
Teaches nothing whilst in the storm
Save a lyric, tired and forlorn
Tear out a page, the tale remains
The players, in a tome contains
Such fragile joys, merely staggered pains
Round and round the needle spins
Ostinatos woven within
The colors swirl to black again
The colors swirl to black again
The wheel hasn't stopped
Hasn't started
Hasn't listened
Round and round the names are christened
A sense of wonder but a blinded vision
Sends us to our final bliss and
Then
We spin again
And then
We spin again
Another note, another rest
How shall we choose which chord fits best?
The riddle shows there is no test
All does and doesn't matter now
We plead and churn and hope somehow
That a prayer may yield a cosmic vow
But no one's picking up the phone
The stars went out and the moon's alone
The atoms sleep so deep inside our bones
Yet there exists a look, a smile
The briefest touch will last a while
So let's trade our souls for days and miles
Yes, let's trade our souls for days and miles
The wheel hasn't stopped
Hasn't started
Hasn't listened
Round and round the names are christened
A sense of wonder but a blinded vision
Sends us to our final bliss and
Then
We spin again
And then
We spin again
Utopian hint from a wind unseen
Seeking out the in between
The ancient touch of our crumbling form
Teaches nothing whilst in the storm
Save a lyric, tired and forlorn
Tear out a page, the tale remains
The players, in a tome contains
Such fragile joys, merely staggered pains
Round and round the needle spins
Ostinatos woven within
The colors swirl to black again
The colors swirl to black again
The wheel hasn't stopped
Hasn't started
Hasn't listened
Round and round the names are christened
A sense of wonder but a blinded vision
Sends us to our final bliss and
Then
We spin again
And then
We spin again
Another note, another rest
How shall we choose which chord fits best?
The riddle shows there is no test
All does and doesn't matter now
We plead and churn and hope somehow
That a prayer may yield a cosmic vow
But no one's picking up the phone
The stars went out and the moon's alone
The atoms sleep so deep inside our bones
Yet there exists a look, a smile
The briefest touch will last a while
So let's trade our souls for days and miles
Yes, let's trade our souls for days and miles
The wheel hasn't stopped
Hasn't started
Hasn't listened
Round and round the names are christened
A sense of wonder but a blinded vision
Sends us to our final bliss and
Then
We spin again
And then
We spin again
Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Lynn Dutiel, Kevin Patrick Holland
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