The Spin

Down through another golden century we fell

And dusted ourselves off in this $30 hotel

Skulking round the doorways, cats as hungry as their fleas

Natural born enemies

You tell me everyone you know thinks of themselves a saint

And all believe they deserve to be somewhere that they ain't

Somewhere that they ain't, like in a storyline

Someone wrote drunk on wine

It won't come again, this world that we're in

You talk to the wind like it might say something

About the spin of this world that we're in

You try

I lost my childhood innocence when my head hit the ground

All those years before I met you were spent searching all around

You said I'd see further if I climbed you like a tree

Then it came back to me

Now even when you leave the room, there's no peace I can find

You take up too much space in the real estate of my mind

And all that teenage trivia I used to dine out on

Last time I looked, it's gone

And it won't come again, this world that we're in

You talk to the wind like it might say something

About the spin of this world that we're in

There's new wars to win but it won't change nothing

About the spin of this world that we're in

You try

A single table with an ashtray

You can sit and smoke and stare at the wall

If not for wet footprints in the hallway

You might not know we're there at all

Now the hotel's enveloped in fog, the town looks out of focus

You're still busy cursing at the housecleaner who woke us

There's nothing I can say to make you change the way

You burn when you're on fire

And it won't come again, this world that we're in

You talk to the wind like it might say something

About the spin of this world that we're in

There's new wars to win but it won't change nothing

About the spin of this world that we're in

You talk to the wind like it might know something

About the spin of this world that we're in

But you try