I don't know what you want from me.
 This is how I feel.
 I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one.
 I'm floating on a feather for hundreds of miles, is this what i've become?
 I pace around, the rocks and dirt, with nothing more to see.
 And the clientele you left me with, they've peeled all they can peel.
 I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one.
 I'm floating on a feather, into the south.
 This is where I belong.
 Way down in the sea.
 We talk and know plans.
 I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one.
 I'm floating on a feather, into the south, look at what i've become.
 I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one.
 I'm floating on a feather into the south, look at what i've become!