nothing is written

past speak to me

i don't wanna hear your reasons

they won't make sense to me

ranting familiar feelings

we go

'round and 'round

we're chasin' a memory

we gain some ground then downward trajectory

'round and 'round

we keep on turning

among those somedays come

days turning into weeks

i know that it won't be easy

the way it's meant to be

lost

searching for the meaning

we go

'round and 'round

we're chasin' a memory

we gain some ground then downward trajectory

'round and 'round

we keep on turning

among those somedays come

nothing is written and nothing is set

we've got some things that i would rather regret

love is a given and love is a bet

i'll make a promise

won't be giving up yet

'round and 'round

we're chasin' a memory

we gain some ground then downward trajectory

'round and 'round

we keep on turning

among those somedays come