Текст песни
I pour my trust in your hands and you say you'll keep it safe
But I see it's slipping through your fingers
Locked up in my mind, where every thought seems to be about you
When will this spiral end?
When will this spiral end?
When will this spiral end?
When will this spiral end?
Teach me how to turn the flowers in our garden into
Sweet lemonade
So that I can have something else to think of
Im tired of praying now
But your soul is my religion
When will this spiral end?
When will this spiral end?
When will this spiral end?
When will this spiral end?