Nothing Is Written

Passed tracts speak to me
I don′t wanna hear your reasons
They won’t make sense to me
Ranting familiar feelings, we go

′Round and ‘round, we’re chasin′ a memory
We gain some ground then downward trajectory
′Round and ‘round, we keep on turning
A month of somedays come

Days turning into weeks
I know that it won′t be easy
The way it’s meant to be
Lost, searching for the meaning, we go

′Round and ‘round, we′re chasin’ a memory
We gain some ground then downward trajectory
‘Round and ′round, we keep on turning
A month of somedays come

Nothing is written and nothing is set
We′ve got some things that I would rather regret
Love is a given and love is a bet
I’ll make a promise, won′t be giving up yet

‘Round and ′round, we’re chasin′ a memory
We gain some ground then downward trajectory
‘Round and ‘round, we keep on turning
A month of somedays come