It Was As If the Dead Man Stood Upon the Air Norma Jean

Rewind the cycle, endless cycle
My regret is the world I created
My regret, the kiss that sealed my fate
Rewind, rewind it all again
Reclaim the silver that was my price
I'm seeing a ghost running behind me
Think I will take a walk
And, and rest my soul

A cylindrical neck resting in
The arms of a circular rope

Rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind
Rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind
Rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind
Rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind