My soul is spinning like a top
And the spell that i've been under, well ...
The details matter not - of the spirits living here
The kind that makes the mind
The kind that makes the mind want to skip a year
For the love of all my days
…that slide in between the distance that we'll run to
And the things that we have seen through the colours in the glass
That we raise with all the living from the quick in our hearts
To everything that's passed
For the love of all my days
And every one's the same
Like some victory parade
Nothing on my mind
Nothing left behind
Save the game that i have played
For the love of all my days
To break this reverie
Take the pieces of the jigsaw
Put them where they used to be
I hope it all comes true this year
And it's the kind that makes a man
And not the kind that makes a man want to disappear
I've been counting all the time
Trying to read between the lines
I
believed just yesterday
