Paroles de Self

We're floating in rings, around the Sun Like an endless somersault You wane like a Moon, the dark's taking root Your world has shrunk into a room And you are host to a lot of ghosts Head is spinning, into a pit Sight is swimming, dive in with it Cut a smile, float around for a while And make your way back out This tug war is such a bore It just roars, goes on and on and on and on And you're a host to a lot of ghosts But you're not beyond repair You're not beyond repair Head is spinning, into a pit Sight is swimming, dive in with it Cut a smile, float around for a while And make your way back out Free your self From yourself Free your self From yourself Free yourself From your self Free your self From your self Head is spinning, into a pit Sight is swimming, dive in with it Cut a smile, float around for a while And make your way back out Spinning, into a pit Sight is swimming, dive in with it Cut a smile, float around for a while And make your way back out