Spinning Spiraling Machine Lyrics - Blues Traveler

Spinning, spiraling machine 

Tumble and toil in my command 

Imagination, be my eye 

Bring your vision to my hand 

Spinning, spiraling machine 

I've a prayer for you to hear 

Let not your gear wheels fly away 

Bringing cause for me to fear 

For in this world of grand illusion 

Muscles tear and muscles heal 

And muscles have their own perception 

And muscles need to know the real 

It's a muscle that beats and pumps the blood flow 

And hearts, they need a chance to grow 

Nourished on a chance to understand them 

The progress comes out ever slow 

Like a flash of lightning to a blind man 

A coat of paint upon the wall 

You never let them see my horrible pain 

You never let them see the fall 

I will not care if points a finger 

I will not care if called insane 

It's in the storm I will find shelter 

If lost and lonely I'll complain 

Spinning, spiraling machine 

You spin and spiral in my head 

Tis up to me if I'm to love you 

Tis up to me if I'm to dread 

Tis up to me if I'm to love you 

Tis up to me if I'm to dread