Spin

A friend of mine is falling apart in the great Northern Hemisphere
While the world spins around
A friend of mine is coming undone on a floor in a room
In a house made of bricks
In a room with an organ and a crucifix
While the world spins around
While the phone rings
It's more then the sun going down
It's more then the sound of the trees that's breaking her heart
Life's not a carnival ride, I thought it was but it's not
I thought it was, I thought it was
But it's not like a radio song
Or a May parade

It's more then the smile of hello
It's more then the kiss of good-bye
It's more then my sorrow and joy

Am I the lamb that's asleep in the greenest of verdant fields?
Am I the lamb that's asleep in the greenest of verdant fields?

With the Lord over there
Am I the lamb that He keeps in His sight
In the rain and the sun
By His blood, by his blood
By His body and blood?

While the world spins around
While the world goes around