Текст песни Help Me, I'm Spiralling (Black Box Sessions) - SPRINTS

It's another dim day
Wasting away in this slow vicarious life
I'm feeling photosensitive on this faux fence
I sit on just watching it all pass by

It's another dim day
Wasting away without a clue of how to start
I scream and I pull and I cull and I whisper
I crave a pseudo sense of art

Oh, I'm spiralling

It's another dim day
Wasting away watching minutes as they pass
I feel the hands of time are turning like grains of sand in a glass

It's another dim day
Wasting away and losing patience as I speak
I can feel the burning, my words, the churning
I think it's all about to peak

Oh, I'm spiralling
Can't you help me? I'm spiralling
Can't you help me? I'm spiralling
Can't you help me? I'm spiralling