A circle is never gonna be a square
10.000 miles from home
I lost my way
Despite my memories
Despite my dreams
A window breaks
Down a long dark street
I will be, I am
My own crying shoulder
Beaten by the time of life
A circle is never gonna be a square
The value of an answer
Is more lonesome that the question can be
All in a misty ocean of broken tears
And forced by a written book
A little girl opens a door
She is looking at me
A tear is crawling down her face
Just there down the waterline
I lost my way
Wish yesterday could be the day of tomorrow
As least I would know what is ahead of me
Goodnight Jim
Sorry that I couldn’t give more
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