Spinning Wheels - White Wives

My ideas like spinning wheels I don’t know where they end

Spent most of my life moving and trading all my friends

And I lost myself to somewhere but I don’t remember when

In the «new morning"light we found an old way to live

Ghost town kid the home I built, I was destined to destroy

All the girls faces that line my bed are thoughts from foreign shores

And a brother that I have, he said he’d always keep me close

Call on him from time to time when I am scared and all alone

I cover my eyes to the living we’re fed

Found alternative sides to the things that were said

Every mile-marker past running from the soulless

Every story that we shared, where we build our solace

And pomp and circumstance will never end this

In the «new morning"light we found an old way to live

I cover my eyes to the living we’re fed

Found alternative sides to the things that were said

These reflections of mine on splined canvases

In the cover of night we found our own way to live

The war that they crave is about to exist

Where compassion retreats and the death toll persists

So I’ll call you tonight just to be comforted

If it’s false its what I want, I just want this to end.