Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wheel, artist - Laura Stevenson. Date of issue: 14.06.2017
Record label: Don Giovanni
Song language: English
The Wheel |
| Starts of dreams, I’m able to breathe underwater |
| Someone’s daughter’s sugar, southern-weather voice |
| With Lucky Strikes, she tries to cover the smell |
| Cover the noises of his mouth |
| Blur out the planes of his face |
| Cover the noises he makes |
| There’s a man and I hate him plainly |
| Nothing fancy in how glad I watched them bury him |
| But ever since then, I can feel him all around me |
| Clawing like a crowd |
| Like the weather sucks me in and spits me out |
| Understand I am only as he made me |
| A faithful servant to all of the noise |
| All of the lights |
| All the flashing in my head |
| The sound of his mouth, loud as a crowd |
| And you’re lucky that you’re dead |
| Because clemency is tugging me |
| But I’m sorry that she’s weak |
| Because I won’t be merciful |
| Like what got you first in your throat |
| I will be real, real slow |
| Just like a wheel, turn over |
| I’m like a wheel |
| I’m like a wheel |
| I’ll be real, I’ll be real |
| I’ll turn over like a wheel |