If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran My sensory mind is too old to cry Not ready to live and too strange to die So stop your doubt push the world on by With your hand It takes time to love and open minds to love And who's got time on their hands Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card In some electronic hand You'll wander around from place to place
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran My sensory mind is too old to cry Not ready to live and too strange to die So stop your doubt push the world on by With your hand It takes time to love and open minds to love And who's got time on their hands Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card In some electronic hand You'll wander around from place to place
