Spinnin’ On

It doesn't seem to matter what I do
A tree will grow its fruits
The fruits will rot, after they fall
They go unnoticed til there's nothing left at all

I feel the cracks beneath my feet
The world is spinning on without me
I feel the tremor in your hands
The world is spinning on by chance

It doesn't seem to matter where I go
A bird will find a place to build it's nest
The men could cut down every tree
The wind is blowing til there's nothing left

I feel the cracks along my bones
The world is spinning I suppose
I feel a certain kind of pounding in my chest
The world is spinning on I guess