nothing has changed

our lives are like the clock

a never-ending circle made of time

for all i know

we might have lived this life before

for nothing's really changed

the senses still confide in lust and love

for love is man's eternity

from the spring's first flower

to the end of the fall

we stretch every hour

for love i recall

like the wish and desire

for life as a game

for the virginal fire to be drowned again

nothing has changed

it's like a play's immortal run

where every part has played before

it lives and gives to everyone

and still we try to break the seals

but love is like the pendulum of time

it swings from truth to fantasy

from the spring's first flower

to the end of the fall

we stretch every hour

for love i recall

like the wish and desire

for life as a game

for the virginal fire to be drowned again

nothing has changed