Nothing Ever Changes (tess #3) Lyrics - The Devoted Few

the art of time pours in your glass 

the sound of it reminds you of your past and how nothing ever changes 

the clocks inside your head will strike midnight every night 

you stare at walls and paint with your memory 

and you won't ever make it, cause nothing here ever changes 

you wipe the dirt from off your dress 

and smile politely at your guests, and hold your breath that no one saw you on your knees 

your diary's a requiem, of all the things come and gone 

of times and boys and places you will never find 

and you won't ever make it, cause nothing ever changes 

and you won't ever make it, cause nothing here ever changes