Past [?] speak to me I don't wanna hear your reasons They won't make sense to me Ranting familiar feelings, we go 'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory We gain some ground then downward trajectory 'Round and 'round, we keep on turning Among those somedays come 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 'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory We gain some ground then downward trajectory 'Round and 'round, we keep on turning Among those somedays come Nothing is written and nothing is set We've got some things that I would rather regret Love is a given and love is a bet I'll make a promise, won't be giving up yet 'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory We gain some ground then downward trajectory 'Round and 'round, we keep on turning Among those somedays come