Marianne Faithfull

So searching down and out looking for a place to stay
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
Ones turning, ones burning, blazing away.
Ones turning, ones burning, blazing away.
Strange-looking exile with a passion for the dangerous,
An eye for the wicked, a tongue for the nasty.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
Ones turning, ones burning, blazing away.
Ones turning, ones burning, blazing away.
What is the reason that things change ?
What is the reason they can never stay the same ?
What can I do, what can I do ?
Feel it, release it, things change.