Tell me how the circle ends. Theres no beginning. Everything that came before. Will come round again. And I look in the mirror. My fathers eyes look back at me.
In the dust of night I feel you breathing. And I ask myself if youre really there. Maybe you dont know. . That sometimes I need you. More than I want to.
When you feel the dream is over. Feel the world is on your shoulders. And you lost the strength to carry on. Even though the walls may crumble. And you find you always stumble through.