Well I've been to harm
I've been laid down in the arms of an absence
Where the space is only spacious
When I open up my eyes
Darkness has rounded me
But in the center there is a light
Its where a bonfire of all that is excess burns bright
Or is it changes?
Ca-Could be changes?
Maybe we cha-a-ange?
Its nothin like a wheel going round.
If a road turns out to be a circle
Oh, a preservative unrest
And you find yourself in a ditch there, waiting for a pass
Somehow you still love enough to get right up with yourself
Only to aware of the cruelty under your...
And as your changin
Ca-Could be changin
Maybe you change again
Ch-chaange
Its nothing like a wheel going...