Anthony Vincent - Wheel

 Anthony Vincent - Wheel

You walked away, I assumed that I'd grow
Almost instantly scrolled to my doom
In the rooms I know 
Don't look up to see who is in the mirror
In the drift of days
Nothing can take hold

And I opened the door for the cold 

Oh, we are spinning on a wheel
Oh, falling through 
Another year, goodnight 
When I'll remedy the fear 
Oh, we are dying on a wheel 

Give me no sympathy when atrophy takes hold (long ago I sold)
Fighting loses its thunder when you create the foe
All I do is look down to see
What is their consensus on this version of me?
Long ago I sold 

Oh, back when I opened the door to the cold 

Oh, we are spinning on a wheel
Oh, falling through 
Another fear tonight 
When no remedy is clear 
Oh, we are dying on a wheel 

Dying on a wheel 
The mirror it knows how much I sold 

Don't look up to see who is in the mirror 
In the drift of days nothing can take hold 
Oh, back when I opened the door to the cold 

Oh, we are spinning on a wheel
Oh, falling through 
Another year, goodnight 
When I'll remedy the fear 
Oh, we are dying on a wheel 

Dying on a wheel