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.

'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.

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

A month of sundays gone.

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.

'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.