Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Inner Wheel, artist - Paul Draper. Album song Spooky Action, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 10.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kscope, Snapper
Song language: English
The Inner Wheel |
| I’m only half a turn away |
| I need to think my way out of this |
| Is medication the answer |
| Or is ignorance bliss? |
| A diagnosis of anxiety and stress |
| The inner wheel is turning |
| Changing gear in my head |
| Cycling over and over |
| With the memories I retain |
| To lose them is my aim |
| To stop the inner wheel |
| And learn to live again |
| It was a stitch up and a hoax |
| That led me to behaving like this |
| If medication’s no answer |
| Then is ignorance bliss? |
| A diagnosis of my apathy instead |
| The inner wheel stops turning |
| Just a temporary blip |
| Cycling over and over |
| With the memories I retain |
| To lose them is my aim |
| To stop the inner wheel |
| And learn to live again |
| Trying to figure this all out |
| Cycling through the thoughts endlessy |
| Is medication the answer |
| Or is ignorance bliss? |
| A diagnosis of anxiety and stress |
| The inner wheel is turning |
| Changing gear in my head |
| Cycle over and over |
| With the memories I retain |
| To lose them is my aim |
| To stop the inner wheel |
| And learn to live again |
| With the memories I retain |
| To lose them is my aim |
| To stop the inner wheel |
| And learn to live again |
| If medication’s no answer |
| Then is ignorance bliss? |
| A diagnosis of my apathy instead |
| The inner wheel stops turning |
| Took a temporary blip |
| Cycle over and over |
| With the memories I retain |
| To lose them is my aim |
| To stop the inner wheel |
| And learn to live again |
| With the memories I retain |
| To lose them is my aim |
| To stop the inner wheel |
| And learn to live again |
| I’m only half a turn away |
| My outlook is fucked |
| But I don’t worry too much |
| When I’m on the bench at the end of the street |
| I couldn’t think of no words |
| So this might be absurd |
| But it’s just the bench at the end of my street |
| The needles not stuck |
| I just got took for a mug |
| So, I’m on the bench at the end of my street |
| And I don’t give a damn |
| Cos it was only a scam |
| So, I’m on the bench at the end of my street |
| My outlook is fucked |
| But I don’t worry too much |
| When I’m on the bench at the end of my street |
| I couldn’t think of no words |
| So this might be absurd |
| But it’s just the bench at the end of my street |