it's the fire jumping over the 405
it's the synagogue where no one made it out alive
it's a paranoid high in a head like a hive
it's a poke in the eye
it's the bruise on your thigh
it's a whole life believing in little white lies
have we been unkind?
got a storm of trouble on my mind
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning like a weathervane now
it's the burning plastic
poisoned sea
it's retirement spent on replacement knees
it's you without me
it's life on a screen
it's the copay down at the pharmacy
it's the satellite with its eyes on me
have we been unkind?
got a storm of trouble on my mind
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
in the middle of a hurricane spinning like a weathervane now
i'm spinning like a weathervane now
let me out