History sits and she tells her stories
bitter and twisted without power
sitting watching feeding her jealous mouth
the future looks back to learn her lessons
memories fade while experience beckons
i'm caught in the middle which way should i go
Gravity's pulling me, but heaven is calling me and
My head's spinning the world's twisted
my head's twisted the world's spinning
This generation is full of religion
fed up with a diet of nothing
give me the real thing flowing through my veins
this is the day, this is the hour
show me the truth cos i want to be blinded
i wanna run, which way should i go
Gravity's pulling me, but heaven is calling me
My head's spinning, the world's twisted
my head's twisted, the world's spinning round, and round
These are the days that we'll look back upon when we're old
give me tomorrow cos i cannot wait another day