Bringing Back the Dead

Spinning
Spinning
Spinning inside my head
Are equations
Equations that can bring back the dead
Wake me up from this inelastic collision
Pull me away from gravity’s accuracy and precision
Walking
Walking by my side, if I can see
Are footprints
Footprints that don’t belong to me.
All the ghosts, they want to hold my hand.
Guess they don’t know I’m number one on ghost demand.
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning inside my head
Are equations
Equations that can bring the dead.
Take me away from this restrictive atmosphere.
Another world, another place, anywhere but here.
Wake me up from this,
Wake me up from this,
Wake me up.
Wake me up from this,
Wake me up