Testo Spin - The Waitresses

Spin

Spin, spin, spin
So this is what it’s like… Hmmmm?
Like dancing on dynamite
I’ve been aching for a gamble
Burning for something risky
Even if I take it on the chin
No real reason to
But no reason not to
The time was right
So I just jumped right in
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin
Where exactly is this?
Somewhere I think between «A» and «B»
Where my choice leaves me hanging
By the thread of an idea
Where the only competition is myself
Where I decide to chance it
Exposed and suspended
I’m swinging through the jungle
And I run out of vines
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin
So this is what it’s like, Hmmmm?
It’s scary living in mid air
If I get out of this
With just a few bad habits
I’ve done pretty well, I think
No excuses, no inhibitions
Chuck that excess baggage
Whizzing around
Doing my impression of an exposed nerve
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin
Faster and faster
Looks like I’m here for the duration
I know I’m an «I» now, I want an «us» but This limb can’t take another ounce of
doubt
This is kind of shaking me up
But I’m glad I did it
Spoke only for myself
But I see others
Nodding in agreement
Spin, spin, spin, spin
No crutch, no rabbit’s foot No spare, no safety net
No map, no travel guide
No fuse, no warning light
No course, no schools
No kit, no tools
No law, no rules
So where did the ground go
Can’t feel it with my feet
Can’t connect) he dots
When I can’t see where they meet
End over end
Hanging stuck half-way
Between nothing and something, somewhere I spin
'Til something happens