Some stories begin as they come to an end
The circle complete so the line has to bend
If I am like you, are we all telling lies?
What will you believe in the day that you die?
All that we are and never will be
A dot on a line or a drop in the sea
Some stories begin as they come to an end
The circle complete so the line has to bend
If I am like you, are we all telling lies?
What will you believe in the day that you die?
All that we are and never will be
A dot on a line or a drop in the sea