Spinning Plates on Our Fingers
It begins with a prologue, just like in books...
Autumn to Winter, flashes right before my eyes
I thought I was suffocating, but I haven't breathed since.
Mornings of fog and cold air, I bring myself to see
Greetings, warm embraces, I believed in hope for a while
Those things don't last-
You let yourself get so close, then turned it all around
The board was upside down.
We were spinning plates on our fingers then
At that time when Winter turns into Spring
And we were pretty good, though it took practice
But you can't keep up that trick for ever
And our plates are cracked and some got shattered
That's okay, we'll pick them up again.
You can glue your plates again, and start them spinning
But I'm just stuck, so I'll put all the shards in a bag
A little back, and i'll wear it around my neck
And I'll just walk away.
But I'll just standing still.
Autumn to Winter, flashes right before my eyes
I thought I was suffocating, but I haven't breathed since.
Mornings of fog and cold air, I bring myself to see
Greetings, warm embraces, I believed in hope for a while
Those things don't last-
You let yourself get so close, then turned it all around
The board was upside down.
We were spinning plates on our fingers then
At that time when Winter turns into Spring
And we were pretty good, though it took practice
But you can't keep up that trick for ever
And our plates are cracked and some got shattered
That's okay, we'll pick them up again.
You can glue your plates again, and start them spinning
But I'm just stuck, so I'll put all the shards in a bag
A little back, and i'll wear it around my neck
And I'll just walk away.
But I'll just standing still.