I don't know what you want from me This is how I feel. I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one. I'm floating on a feather for Hundreds of miles, is this what i've become? I pace around, the rocks and dirt, With nothing more to see. And the clientele you left me with, They've peeled all they can peel. I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one. I'm floating on a feather, into the south. This is where I belong. Way down in the sea. We talk and know plans. I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one. I'm floating on a feather, into the south, look at what i've become. I'm spinning on a needle, everything blurs into one. I'm floating on a feather into the south, look at what i've become.