Whirlwind

I give a gift, I'd rather not
Somehow what is, is way past lost
Blood rushes in, uselessly strong
I hear a sound, the sound drops out
Words buzz like flies, becoming facts
Whirlwind, Whirlwind
How round is down, balanced on slippery acts?
Touching a hole, the root of tact
Distance bestows, then takes right back
Looks like the dark, it's you but yet not too brunette
Words don't seem to unbecoming fact
Whirlwind, Whirlwind
How round is down, balanced on slippery acts?
How round is down, balanced on slippery acts?
It was danger we longed for, or, at least some rain
How round is down, balanced on slippery acts?
It was danger we longed for, or, at least some rain
Self portraits, crowds bathing
Are hardly proof at all
Self portraits, crowds bathing
Are hardly proof at all
How round is down, balanced on slippery acts?