I don't feel any different
After all these years
Still got the same tastes

Still got the same fears

Looking at my youth

Through nostalgia lense
Memories distort
Glimmer and bend


Still imprisoned
My mind under lock

My faith gets tested
My wrath is sloth


The time that I've spent
Is more important than now
Circular memory goes round

And round and round

Present don't fit me right

Somewhere else in my mind
Present don't fit me right
The future's a dimming light


A dimming light
(Round and round and round)