Gyroscope Songtext
von Jack Cheshire

Shake hands and roll the dice
Hang on to something good
Like an air balloon
We′ll float across the room
Those lips are spinning yarns
They fit so perfect here
We're going round the bend
Toward those leaden lights of home
We′re going round the bend
Toward those leaden lights of home
When you realise that you are spent
In the back seat of a car
And there's only so much you will ever do
And this body only drives but it does not know the way
Just stays dumb hoping this course will stay true
A mouth that tastes like wine A brain cantankerous
Like a thundercloud
You'll be laughing in your sleep
Strange feelings in this place
Jumped from the moving train
I am the gyroscope
That keeps spinning round and round
I am the gyroscope
That keeps spinning round and round
They are moving through their lives
Down the stairs far away
But I can′t remember how I′m supposed to do it
Now there's blood on these hands
Now there′s something in the way
I want nothing but oblivion to come to