It’s a beautiful day. I’d probably do well to enjoy it, but again and again
I get wound up in all my own problems. I’d might as well come clean.
I’m not gonna be a lot of fun to hang around, so I’ll just stay in.
Cozy up with my favorite distraction.
Cause she tells me everything gets better each day that the world keeps spinning around. And despite eachothers’ differences, our Sun is still the same. We want the world to keep spinning around. Keep turning around. Keep spinning around. Keep twisting around. We want the world to keep twisting around.
They spin their wheels to anyone willing to help them turn.
It’s been lees then real, but I’d prefer to keep my mind turned on.
T.V. tells me something I buy into each day that the world keeps spinning around. Machines and soldiers are just pawns in this game, but the world keeps turning around. Police and politicians sell their soul every day, but still the world keeps spinning around. They’ve made it easier to see, but harder to say.
It’s how the world keeps turning around, keeps spinning around, keeps twisting around. Keeps changing around. Keeps spinning around. Keeps twirling around. Keeps dancing around. Keeps flipping around like a fish out of water.
But deep inside, we all know it’s dying.
We have to say these things, or we all know we would be lying to ourselves.
I don’t wanna hear it.
If only there was a way to record all of the things we say.
Oh, the time, the date, the place, and everything.
Once, there was a time when everything could have turned out fine,
but that was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
But she says that everything one day turns to shit,
but the world keeps turning around.
And living only gives you what you take out of it.
And so the world keeps turning around, keeps spinning around,
keeps twirling around, keeps twisting around…
and so the world keeps twisting around.