دایره

They never said that it would hurt

They told me not to say a word

I could have made it for the door

But all is fair in love and war

There is no mercy in this room

Where men and mice are gone too soon

There will be blood she guarantees

She pulls the plug and disappears

We are, we are, the never-ending story

Until we submit to the velvet revolution

I never, believed in the stories

That were being passed down to us from the clouds above

We are, we are, the never-ending story

And all we do is spin around and round

And round and round and round

Again...