Jethro performs a poetic monologue about love that spirals inward, using imagery of vines and viruses to capture how desire entraps and sustains. The speaker oscillates between admiration for the beloved's transformative presence and frustration at the relationship's illusory, controlling nature, ending with a question about what's real and what's dream.
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Every night you're falling all the time, but in these streets you do survive. Though it's a blur after, you're still my favorite disaster. Illusions control me, your execution will taunt me. Oh, where do you hide? Are you flying in the sky so high? Why do I cry? Waiting for your love. Turnin' revolvin' in spirals. Ooh. Inside out, you're viral. I need you. And I want to embrace you. Wanna hold you. Turn and revolving in spirals, inside out. You're viral. I breathe you. I want to be with you. You're growing like a vine and you crawl upon me from behind. The flowers Slowly, you raise the darkness of this gloom. Whenever you appear, your brightness finds me. Illusions control me. Thoughts of you won't leave. Turning the moment in spirals. Inside out, you're viral. I need you. And I I want to hold you, baby. Yeah, turn and revolve in its spiral. I need to— I want to be with you. I want to be with you. And now the final turn has come. The curtain saw this dream unfold into the Is that reality of you that's gone? Where do you hide? Are you flying in the sky so high? Why do I cry waiting for your love? Turnin' revolving in spirals, baby, baby, baby, inside out, you're viral.
