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