Spinning Wheels (Christian)

So in your laughter
You do scream
And within your screams you do pretend
You ask of me
Ask of me nothing
On your terms we’re no longer friends
Harder hard-luck stories
Have been told down through the years

Spinning wheels
Crystal perfection
Not to be confused with the tears

Oh Christian
What about your sad, wild dreams
What kind of feelings
Do you feel for me
Do you cherish all those memories
What kind of feelings
Do you feel for me

Half past one
And the street lamps darken
Can you regard that woman
As you regard yourself
With the faith of a child
Have you given enough
Have you given too much

Oh Christian
What about your sad, wild dreams
Mmm…
What kind of feeling
Do you feel for me
Sweet things that we live for…
They say that dreams are made of that
Echoes of a lonely, lonely time
Sing to me a recurring line
No quiet cries
Something that was
No quiet cries for us

But it was only love
Wasn’t it
Only love
Wasn’t it
It was only love…
Wasn’t it
Only love

Sweet things that we live for
But it was only love