Nothing Is Written Cults

[Verse 1]
Past tried to speak to me
I don't wanna hear your reasons
They won't make sense to me
Wrapped familiar feelings, we go

[Chorus]
'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory
We gain some ground then downward trajectory
'Round and 'round, we keep on turning
A month of Sundays gone

[Verse 2]
Days turning into weeks
I know that it won't be easy
The way it's meant to be
Lost, searching for the meaning, we go

[Chorus]
'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory
We gain some ground, then downward trajectory
'Round and 'round, we keep on turning
A month of Sundays gone

[Bridge]
Nothing is written and nothing is set
We've done some things that I would rather forget
Love is a given and love is a bet
I'll make a promise, won't be giving up yet