11 Easy Steps Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

I′m still spinning 'round,
But I′m lowering my orbit.
My feet don't touch the ground;
Sometimes I drag my knees.
Over the fences, over the plain
Holding a canvas that's holding the rain,
And no imagination′s the only thing that can stop me.
I′m still spinning 'round,
Coloring my senses.
Helicopter dance
Through cotton cloudy day.
Out through the window, over the trees,
Follow the rivers right down to the seas,
And no imagination′s the only thing that can stop me.
Dream the endless dream.
Memories erase themselves.
Childhood just becomes a box
Stored upon the closet shelves.
Dream the endless dream.
Memories replace themselves. Believe the fantasies,
Look into your eyes I see myself.
Climbing a rope ladder over the wall.
I can be anything at all.
And no imagination's the only thing that can stop me.
I′m still spinning 'round (still spinning ′round)
But I'm lowering my orbit (feet don't touch the ground)
My feet don′t touch the ground (still spinning ′round)
Sometimes I drag my knees
Over the fences, over the plain
Holding a canvas that's holding the rain,
And no imagination′s the only thing that can stop me.
Climbing a rope ladder over the wall,
I can be anything at all,
And no imagination's the only thing that can stop me.
That can stop me.
That can stop me.
Yeah, that can stop me
That can stop me