[Robert Smith:]
Spinning around the world at night,
Spin around in black and white.
Spinning around until the Sun comes up,
Strange time to see the light.
[2D:]
I think I've fallen onto silken thread, my head is spinning,
Suspended in a twilight void that keeps on giving,
The looping dervish in the lodge is lost within the ringing,
Far away I can hear the sound of someone out there singing.
I'm speeding through the forest, strange echoes of Belarus
Where presidents pin badges on disconnected youth.
What would you be dreaming of? No horse play, no diving,
Cutting glass with scissors, whilst the great leaders reclining.
In golden hallways where we spin
The faithful will be silent.
Existing or not?
At the same time, spinning.
[Robert Smith (2D):]
Spinning around the world at night, (Strange times)
Spin in and out of sight.
Spinning around until the Sun comes up, (I helped you feel good)
Strange time to turn it on.
Spinning around the world at night,
Spin around in black and white.
Spinning around until the Sun comes up,
Strange time, to see the light.
[2D:]
Battle war of the worlds: surgical glove world, bleach thirsty world,
I'm twitching in the grimy heat, I think I might be spinning.
Here we go on degrading, no horse play, no diving,
Cuttin' glass with scissors, whilst the great leaders
[Robert Smith (2D):]
Spinning around until the Sun comes up,
Strange time to turn it on.
Spinning around the world at night,
Spin around in black and white.
Spinning around until the Sun comes up,
Strange time to see the light.
Strange time (Strange time) to be alive,
Strange time (Strange time) to be alive.
