He calls and you heel.
While you stare he steals
And then talks in terms of salvation
All in good time, all in good taste.
And now you're broken, sets in motion
Wheels within wheels, Wheels within wheels.
Wheels within wheels. Wheels within wheels
We know and you're so young. Come on. Come on.
You say you need a friend to keep your peace of mind bitter to the end.
Come on down. Come on down
To the bottomless pit of my heart,
To the murky depths of my soul.
I'm asking you to give me a start.
I'm telling you to let us go.
You paint us all so black.
He smiles, we all laugh.
That smile – it's like a photograph.
And we talk when we are told to,
Talk in good faith, all in good taste.
The constant winding, binding, grinding
Wheels within wheels, Wheels within wheels.
Wheels within wheels. Wheels within wheels
We know and you're so young. Come on. Come on.
You say nobody cares but there you're wrong
Because everybody cares.
Come on down. Come on down
To the bottomless pit of my heart,
To the murky depths of my soul.
I'm asking you to give me a start.
I'm telling you to let us go.
You paint us all so black.
Don't paint us all so black.
Words and music copyright Graham Trust