The Spins

The room is full already
But there’s people walking in
Eyes seem so unsteady like
There’s no more room in here

Feel the friction, feel it set in
Now the floor is bending
Losing focus, we’re so heavy
Or are we just pretending

No one wants to slow down
But there’s no more room in here
Out of our control now

Screaming from the ceiling
A sea of faceless faces
Frantic but they feel it
So we might as well embrace it

Through the smoke and mirrors
I finally find you near me
But all my screams are whispers
And there’s no way you’ll hear me

No one wants to slow down
But there’s no more room in here
Out of our control now

The rabbit I’ve been chasing
Don’t know why I thought it was real
Lights on, the room is empty
Don’t know why I thought I’d see you

By Gene Wilson