Cogs in Cogs - Gentle Giant

Empty promise broken the path has not been paved anyway

Cogs in cogs, the machine is being left where it lay

Anger and the rising murmur breaks the old circle

The wheel slowly turns around

All words saying nothing, the air is sour with discontent

No returns have been tasted, or are they ever sent

Slow-burning is the fire, rising murmur breaks the old circle

The wheel slowly turns around

Cogs in cogs, wheel turning around

The circle turns around, the changing voices calling

Slow-burning is the fire, rising murmur breaks the old circle

The wheel slowly turns around

Cogs in cogs in wheels in circles slowly turn around