Dust

Tick tick tock. Tick tick tock. When can I go back. To the way it was before? It won't stop neither will I. I am sorry. But it's for your own good. I am sorry. I am sorry but i cannot stop. (These patterns represent impulse) Why did you? Why did you have-to? Did it make you happy? Why did you? Why did you have-to? Did it make you happy? I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. Whispering wind. Broken souls. Dust in the air. Nothing can stop me now. Why did you? Why did you have-to? Did it make you happy? Why did you? Why did you have-to? Did it make you happy? Why did you? Why did you have-to? Did it make you happy? Why did you? Why did you have-to? Did it make you happy? (Live musicians these patterns represent our impulses) I know I can't turn back. I it's to late right? I know I can't turn back. I know I can't turn back. I it's to late right? I know I can't turn back. I know I can't turn back. I it's to late right? I know I can't turn back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I'm sorry for this but I cannot go-back. I know I can't turn back. I it's to late right? I know I can't turn back. I know I can't turn back. It's to late right? I know I can't turn back. I know I can't turn back. I it's to late right? I know I can't turn back.