Song | Nothing Has Changed |
Artist | Sailor |
Album | Checkpoint |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Kajanus | |
Our lives are like the clock | |
A never- ending circle made of time | |
For all I know, we might have lived this life before | |
For nothing´s really changed | |
The senses still confide in lust and love | |
For love is man´s eternity | |
From the spring´s first flower | |
To the end of the fall | |
We stretch every hour, for love I recall | |
Like the wish and desire | |
For life as a game | |
For the virginal fire to be drowned again | |
Nothing has changed | |
It´s like a play´s immortal run | |
Where every part has played before | |
It lives and gives to everyone | |
And still we try to break the seals | |
But love is like the pendulum of time | |
It swings from truth to fantasy | |
From the spring´s first flower | |
To the end of the fall | |
We stretch every hour, for love I recall | |
Like the wish and desire | |
For life as a game | |
For the virginal fire to be drowned again | |
Nothing has changed |
Kajanus | |
Our lives are like the clock | |
A never ending circle made of time | |
For all I know, we might have lived this life before | |
For nothing s really changed | |
The senses still confide in lust and love | |
For love is man s eternity | |
From the spring s first flower | |
To the end of the fall | |
We stretch every hour, for love I recall | |
Like the wish and desire | |
For life as a game | |
For the virginal fire to be drowned again | |
Nothing has changed | |
It s like a play s immortal run | |
Where every part has played before | |
It lives and gives to everyone | |
And still we try to break the seals | |
But love is like the pendulum of time | |
It swings from truth to fantasy | |
From the spring s first flower | |
To the end of the fall | |
We stretch every hour, for love I recall | |
Like the wish and desire | |
For life as a game | |
For the virginal fire to be drowned again | |
Nothing has changed |
Kajanus | |
Our lives are like the clock | |
A never ending circle made of time | |
For all I know, we might have lived this life before | |
For nothing s really changed | |
The senses still confide in lust and love | |
For love is man s eternity | |
From the spring s first flower | |
To the end of the fall | |
We stretch every hour, for love I recall | |
Like the wish and desire | |
For life as a game | |
For the virginal fire to be drowned again | |
Nothing has changed | |
It s like a play s immortal run | |
Where every part has played before | |
It lives and gives to everyone | |
And still we try to break the seals | |
But love is like the pendulum of time | |
It swings from truth to fantasy | |
From the spring s first flower | |
To the end of the fall | |
We stretch every hour, for love I recall | |
Like the wish and desire | |
For life as a game | |
For the virginal fire to be drowned again | |
Nothing has changed |