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
It's where a bonfire of all that is excess burns bright
Or is it changes?
Could be changes
Maybe we change?
It's nothing 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 you're changing
Could be changing?
Maybe you change again?
Change
It's nothing like a wheel going