Well it was just me in my wooden room But all I could see in it was just my own tune ball How I needed some air, how I needed some care But it was only me in my chair in my wooden room I say
I keep spinning around where the first meets the last I keep singing out loud if this is all that's past A joker's son my coat's somewhere around town I never won but I rest assure That I can endure The spinning The spinning The spinning The spinning
You did bring the fire to my wooden room You did bring the flame to line its gloom How I sang
I keep spinning around where the first meets the last I keep singing out loud if this is all that's past A joker's son my coat's somewhere around town I never won but I rest assure That I can endure The spinning The spinning The spinning The spinning
Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Compositores: Jinte Marc Luc Bernard Deprez, Maarten Jo Devoldere ECAD: Obra #10915532