Nothing Is Written - Cults

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