Spiralling
Spiralling - Mystery Jets
Written by：William Rees/Henry Harrison

Spiralling

Just a variation on a theme

Into the stream

Merrily merrily

Life is but a dream

Well you come and spin in circles in my sleep

Well I hear you but your words don't last

Like your breath upon a pane of glass

Fading away now

And when we meet

I get up but I cannot feel my feet

Once I was told

There could be miracles
But there's a fault in the machine

Like a drowning man needs a hand
It's out of reach

Well I thought I made myself quite clear

Now I can't wait to get out of here

Watch me get out of here

Get out of here

In the looking glass

I was a monday casanova for a thousand masks
But it didn't last

Now I'm heading up to heaven with a boarding pass

If I make it up I have to write

Why they keep us stuck down here

Running round with all this fear

Because you prey

Don't mean he hears the things you say

Because you kneel

Don't mean you've nothing to conceal

Because you cry

Don't mean your tears will never dry

When you're spinning round
It's hard to see what's true

Well I hope to spin in tune

'Cuz the song is gonna finish soon