We are running somewhere
And we don't know what we've got until it's gone

Try to find a solution
Tracing back our past into the infinite abyss

We think we know our souls, we'll be chasing an idea until we get old
Reaching out for that past, how are we supposed to grow
When we're running in circles?

What are you looking for?
What if you find out it's not what you hoped?
What'll come of you next?
Did you ever make up your back-up plan?

Running in circles
Running in circles

I'll see you again
When you're married with his/her kids
I'll get my chance
It'll be too late
You'll die in no time and I'll decay