i am being chased
yet i awoke at night from the dream i pursue
it is still early to rise
a tranquil aria
i aimlessly offer to someone afar
to someone whose name i know not
when the opportune moment to escape arrives
i lose whatever desire to run away
spindle movin', spindle movin'
a rotation i have grown accustomed to
spindle singin', the meaning shall one day
form a picture on its own
i am being chased
yet why does the dream i pursue always seem real?
feel real...