There's more to life than love, with its pull, drawing
The path is simple, clear and not worth following
Here, waiting for love to arrive, in its tall, dark, handsome frame
Still here, will it ever find me?
Waiting for my prop to spin , spin, spin,spin
Oh hapless sea, too deep for dredging
Too young to die
Oh hapless sea, too wide for dredging
Pinball from shore to shore
Weight me with no expectations
Load me with no demands
Beach me with no limitations
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand
And I'll wrap my web around you
And never let go
I'll wrap myself around you
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand
hold out your hand
Hold out your hand- and make me spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin,spin, spin, spin, spin,spin, spin, spin
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