nothing has changed

our lives are like the clock, a never-ending circle made of time, for all i know, we might have lived this life before, for nothing's really changed, the senses still confide in lust and love, for love is man's eternity, from the spring's first flower, to the end of the fall, we stretch every hour, for love i recall, like the wish and desire, for life as a game, for the virginal fire to be drowned again, nothing has changed, it's like a play's immortal run, where every part has played before, it lives and gives to everyone, and still we try to break the seals, but love is like the pendulum of time, it swings from truth to fantasy, from the spring's first flower, to the end of the fall, we stretch every hour, for love i recall, like the wish and desire, for life as a game, for the virginal fire to be drowned again, nothing has changed