• There you spin, my elusive friend
    Working, dancing, singing with no end
    Why cannot my life spin itself in such a fashion
    Bent over my craft, never giving up, always with instinctive passion

    There you spin, my enigmatic friend
    Playing, laughing, crying with no end
    How is it that my life can’t spin itself in such a fashion
    Gliding through the patterns, brushing dreams, always with instinctive passion

    There you spin, my enraged friend
    Cursing, flushing, fighting with no end
    What is it about my life that can’t spin itself in such a fashion
    Tearing apart, then repairing, all evil one sees, always with instinctive passion

    Here you spin, my enthralling friend
    Hoping, planning, loving with no end
    Who chose that my life could never spin itself in such a fashion
    Building the foundations, warming our walls, always with true instinctive passion