Round and round, the world spins, and I'm just drifting along
Just drifting along, just drifting along
It’s about time you noticed me already, boy
Prickle, tickle, tingle, I can feel those eyes on me, but I'm ignoring them
Ignoring them, ignoring them, all right?
I've got to keep it a secret after all
Getting worked up wouldn’t do me any good
So I'm just gonna live a noncommittal life
No amount of thinking can help me make a choice
The word “love”—
Round and round, it spins
Let me convey them with my lips and get my feelings across
Over and over again, the notes, rhythm and melody repeat thеmselves
Nevеr for a moment losing their luster
Round and round, the word spins
Only to be left behind in the end
Over and over again, the joke repeats itself
And it'll be the end when I can no longer believe in it
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, my heart is racing, it's all giddy
All giddy, all giddy
It's about time you noticed me already, girl
I can flip my feelings over at the last moment—that's how I was made up
How I was made up, how I was made up
Though I'm pretty much a stranger to tears
I just can't find the index;
How am I supposed to stop this loop?
My girly mindset is falling behind the times, as I remain a child with each year going by
My constant anxiety has already become a pathology;
I can’t even comfort myself with the thought of letting go
I guess this is going to plague me for the rest of my life, right?
The word “love”—
Round and round, it spins
And I’m going to keep using it, until it's no longer legible
Over and over again, the notes, rhythm and melody repeat themselves
Harmonizing with each other’s sounds
Round and round, my feelings spin, never changing
While I can't even sort them out
Over and over again, the joke repeats itself
And I can't even tell if it's truth or falsehood
Round and round, the word spins
Let me convey them with my lips and get my feelings across
Over and over again, the notes, rhythm and melody repeat themselves
Never for a moment losing their luster
Round and round, I spin
As I fall ever deeper under your way
Over and over again, the joke repeats itself
And it’ll be the end when I can no longer believe in it
(Alt. Title(s): LOOP SPINA)