Changes

Well I've been to harm

I've been laid down in the arms of an absence

Where the space is only spacious

When I open up my eyes

Darkness has rounded me

But in the center there is a light

Its where a bonfire of all that is excess burns bright

Or is it changes

Cou-could be changes

Maybe we change

It's nothing like a wheel going round

If a road turns out to be a circle

Oh, a preservative unrest

And you find yourself in a ditch there, waiting for a pass

Somehow you still love enough to get right up with yourself

Only to aware of the cruelty under your

And as you're changing

Cou-could be changing

Maybe you change again

Ch-change

It's nothing like a wheel going