We go round and round
What come up must come down
Continue Circling
Look over there-that grass is green
A little crimson red
Where our schemes and dreams have bled
But Just enjoy the ride
Hope and pain coincide
Gotta run away
Need to get away
From today's skies of Grey
But where's there to go
And who's to say the sun
Favors anyone
Though your pain be told
It wont stop the cold
And when you look into the mirror
Do you see your greatest fear
Its all gone when you meet your demise
Do the clouds disappear
Can you see it
Finally clear
Can you see it
In your eyes
We go round and round
What comes up must come down
Continue circling
Look over there that grass is green
A little crimson red
Where our schemes and dreams have bled
But just enjoy the ride
Hope and pain coincide
