The world is spinning above me
I can't fit neither withing it nor outside it
Come what may
I smell love
My life isn't read the way it was written
Come what may
Maybe I've hidden within me
I torn one petal out of the four-leaf clover
And lost it
I can't hold my tongue if I hold my hands
I can't hold my hands if I hold my tongue
It can't stay still within me, like it does near me
It has sunk inside me, I don't see, I can't see the bottom I'm hitting
The world is spinning above me
It gets on my nerves out of spite
Come what may