I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit,
My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees;
Over the fences, over the plain,
Holdin' the canvas that's holdin' the rain,
I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.
I'm still spinning around, coloring my senses,
Helicopter dance, the cotton-cloudy day,
Out through the window, over the trees,
Follow the rivers right down to the seas,
I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.
Dream the endless dream, memories erase themselves
Childhood just becomes a box stored upon the closet shelves.
Dream the endless dream, memories replace themselves
Believe in fantasies; look into your eyes, I see myself.
Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall,
I can be anything at all,
I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.
I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit,
My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees;
Over the fences, over the plain,
Holdin' the canvas that's holdin' the rain,
I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.
Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall,
I can be anything at all,
I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me;
That can stop me.
(K. GrimwoodE. Idlet) I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit, My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees; Over the fences, over the plain, Holdin' the canvas that's holdin' the rain, I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me. I'm still spinning around, coloring my senses, Helicopter dance, the cotton-cloudy day, Out through the window, over the trees, Follow the rivers right down to the seas, I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me. Dream the endless dream, memories erase themselves Childhood just becomes a box stored upon the closet shelves. Dream the endless dream, memories replace themselves Believe in fantasies; look into your eyes, I see myself. Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall, I can be anything at all, I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me. I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit, My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees; Over the fences, over the plain, Holdin' the canvas that's holdin' the rain, I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me. Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall, I can be anything at all, I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me; That can stop me. Explain Request ×
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