It’s like the world is spinning
faster and faster around your head
It’s much too much to keep up
until you just play dead
What’s the use in starting over when I’ve seen it all before
Faded photographs of time well spent in a frame of 6x4
Time stamped with a faded reminder of what you once lived for
Can you trace the steps
back where you came from?
I can’t pretend and say that this will all be okay
Now that I know the definition of love is false security
With our hands interlocked we keep on spinning like a top
until we fall from one another, divided in two
falling into the blue
Can you trace the steps back where you came from
I can’t pretend and say that this will all be okay
Now that I know the definition of love is false security
Well you can say I’ve changed
But I won’t play in this game that you’ve made