Spin

Lyrics by：Darren Hayes/Walter Afanasieff

Composed by：Darren Hayes/Walter Afanasieff

Arranged by：Walter Afanasieff

Produced by：Walter Afanasieff

Governments elected nobody votes

Politically correct isn't that a joke

We censor music then give children guns

On CNN

Still fighting to death over Jerusalem

Four letter disease still makes us run

Can't comprehend that you can die from love

Can I start things over and change your mind

Can I sing a melody press rewind

Can I move your feet make your heart skip a beat

Can a simple tune flow through you

When the music feels like this

When you lose control you gotta go with it

Ten feet high

Flying above the sky

Your problems don't exist

When music feels like this

No money left in Africa

Starving to death in Bosnia

We close our eyes and hide a nation cries

And in the west

TV possessed and weight obsessed

The media dissects infects

We think real life is reality TV

Can I have your attention and press rewind

When the D J spins will it change your mind

Can I move your feet make your heart skip a beat

Can a piece of me flow through you

When the music feels like this

When you lose control you gotta go with it

Ten feet high

Flying above the sky

Your problems don't exist

When music feels like this

When the music feels like this

D J take control

And grab a hold of me

Spin that wheel

Tell me how to feel

I like the shape I'm in

When music feels like this

Bringing the beat back

Stomping the floor

Dancing like a booty never bounced before

Popping to the back beat

Up on the one

Smack Jack freak in now you're overcome

When the music feels like this

When you lose control you gotta go with it

Ten feet high

Flying above the sky

Your problems don't exist

When music feels like this

When the music feels like this

D J take control

And grab a hold of me

Spin that wheel

And tell me how to feel

I like the shape I'm in

When music feels like this

When the music feels like this

When the music feels like this

When the music feels like this