I've made my choice,
months of night are fading in.
The miles are falling off.
Been wrapped inside,
the weight of orphaned dreams
but now its turning around, again
Just months behind,
and I'll stop and soon forget
on that I can rely
Effect is nil,
as you spin into the room
is it now that time, again?
Work it out or toss it all aside,
it's all the same under the moon.
