Upside Spoon

UPSIDE SOON (A Reworking of an original instrumental track, Pausa Di riflessione, By Silvio Vinci) My pen stops halfway through a line, I let the question take its time. Inside the spoon, I’m upside down; My clever answer makes no sound. The clock can run its little race; Hold that thought, just let it turn, I’ve got one more thing to learn. I was sure a breath ago; Now I’m glad I don’t quite know. A pigeon struts across the square And looks as if he owns the air. I had a point I meant to prove; I watch him change his mind and move. The clock can run its little race; I’ve found a use for empty space. Hold that thought, just let it turn, I’ve got one more thing to learn. I was sure a breath ago; Now I’m glad I don’t quite know. The spoon has made the window small And put the sky against the wall. I turn it round, the view comes back; Perhaps my thoughts can bend like that. Hold that thought, just let it turn, I’ve got one more thing to learn. I was sure a breath ago; Now I’m glad I don’t quite know. Hold that thought, just let it turn… I’ve got one more thing to learn.