歌词
Your bitter teeth won't turn your head around
Your whispered words won't watch the walls fall closer to the ground
Don't we fall down
Don't let the seasons force us underground
There's chance we left behind the manger
Your bitter teeth won't turn your head around, around, around,
And it's a crime to wander, crime to squander, bitter bites of best advice
Sung so softly, slowly spin around, around, around
Don't we fall down
Don't let the seasons force us underground