it's clear to us this love affair   has self combusted everywhere   and i don't feel so debonair   my piano collects dust      a funeral with no mourners   i wish that i'd turned corners   to see the signs that warn us   but i didn't make a fuss      well my life   keeps on spinnin'   it's this drunken procession   i can learn my lessons   these plates   that i'm spinning   soon they'll smash   on the ground   make a loud crashing sound      and i am still an open book   and you can have a secret look   inside   inside      as children make their way to class   i sit and raise another glass   'cause you don't dwell much on the past   when it keeps haunting you      oh the marching band stomps down the block   and makes the babies' cradles rock   and my keys they don't turn the lock   perhaps i don't want them to      well my life   keeps on spinnin'   it's this drunken procession   i can't learn my lessons   these plates   that i'm spinning   soon they'll smash   on the ground   make a loud crashing sound      and i am still an open book   and you can have a secret look   inside   inside      well my life   keeps on spinning   it's this drunken procession   i can't learn my lessons   these plates   that i'm spinnin'   soon they'll smash   on the ground   make a loud crashing sound      and i am still an open book   and you can have a secret look   and i am still an open book   and you can have a secret look   and i am still an open book   and you can have a secret look   inside   inside