Changes

Well I've been to harm
I've been laid down in the arms of an absence
Where the space is only spacious
When I open up my eyes
Darkness has rounded me
But in the center there is a light
Its where a bonfire of all that is excess burns bright
Or is it changes
Cou-could be changes
Maybe we change
It's nothing like a wheel going round
If a road turns out to be a circle
Oh, a preservative unrest
And you find yourself in a ditch there, waiting for a pass
Somehow you still love enough to get right up with yourself
Only to aware of the cruelty under your
And as you're changing
Cou-could be changing
Maybe you change again
Ch-change
It's nothing like a wheel going