....the fan... spins round and round…As do we...
Round and round baby here we go…
Sheer bliss comes with the very first kiss…
Then comes the greatest depression...
As our emotions go through the greatest regression...
We fall… we fall....
The spinning shadow fades across the wall...
Spinning...spinning... fading…fading…
Will the hell ease up at all...?
The curtains open up…
The sun comes through the dirty window...
With the blinding light comes carrying the newborn kiss that brings that true first bliss....
I see the light in those beautiful eyes...
Flashes of hope as the white dove flies across newly blue skies...