tangled up, moving in circles,
reaching into days gone,
coming round to make a knot -
The past that time forgot.
All my life is an arrow
moving in the wind to a target
honing in on someone
that I always knew existed.
I guess it's just I didn't notice.
All my life is a movie
playing in the background.
Every night I go to sleep
in a private cinema of my dreams.
Now come and steal the scenes.
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