[VERSE 1] — no music - whispered spoken female voice echo Everything is turning The days, the moods, the tide There's a wheel that keeps on spinning Round and round outside [pause] But every wheel has a center A place that doesn't spin It's not above the turning It's the quiet turning's in [HOOK] There's a stillpoint Right at the middle of it all Not above the storm Just underneath it all [VERSE 2] Not stopping what is moving Not holding back the wheel Just finding what was always Still beneath the spin, and real [pause] The center doesn't chase it Doesn't need the wheel to stop It's the calm that holds the turning Not the turning at the top [HOOK] There's a stillpoint Right at the middle of it all Not above the storm Just underneath it all [BRIDGE] Even in the spinning I am held I am held [OUTRO - instrumental fade] Style prompt (copy into style box):
