Song Lyrics

Hey!

It's the fire jumping over the 405
It's the synagogue where no one got out alive
It's the paranoid high and a head like a hive
It's a poke in the eye, it's the bruise on your thigh
It's a hole like they're leaving and little white lies

We've been unkind
Got a storm of trouble on my mind, and I

I'm spinning
I'm spinning
In the middle of a hurricane
Spinning like a weathervane now
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
In the middle of a hurricane
Spinning like a weathervane now
Spinning like a weathervane now

It's the burning plastic poisoned sea
It's retirement spent on replacement knees
It's you without me, it's life on a screen
It's the co-pay down at the pharmacy
It's a satellite with its eyes on me

Have we been unkind
I've got this storm of trouble on my mind, and I

I'm spinning
I'm spinning
In the middle of a hurricane
Spinning like a weathervane now
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
In the middle of a hurricane
Spinning like a weathervane now
I'm spinning like a weathervane now

Yeah!

I'm spinning
I'm spinning
In the middle of a hurricane
Spinning like a weathervane now
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
In the middle of a hurricane
Spinning like a weathervane now
Spinning like a weathervane now
Let me out!

David Andrew Hause, Timothy William Hause