Everything's A Spiral Testo

Well my lines were in knots
And my knees were blistered
From days searching out the sea

There was a desert land
There was a drive up north
There were pacific eyes
With an east coast heart

All the scribbles on the napkins I threw away
& all the bright red roses
I put in a plastic vase

Maybe it’s too early - maybe it’s too soon
Maybe it’s too early for you

Gypsies lost, melted ice
I knew I was never right but
I said it & I did it anyways

Everything’s a spiral
There is no denial
Maybe you will turn
This way someday

Maybe it’s too early - maybe it’s too soon
Maybe it’s too early for you

All the candles lit in August Withstood the falling leaves
Of leaves of Autumn
& broke through the frost
Of the winter
To be born again
In the spring
We’re all born again
In the spring