Round and round
make another circle
catch the tail
catch its end.

Take an embrace
it'll be alright
wish me there
so I can make a run.

Stop me a while
fool me blind
make me fall
I’ll take this road.

Hear this sound
feel this beat
not of this world
an unheard fiction.

Bottled and canned
rush onto the head
make an escape
make me high.

It’s just a phase
dying slow death
in a clear light
we'll celebrate.