Turn Of The Century

Passing over daytime
Sun raising high or low on the horizon
And the moon to sink and climb
We give meaning but there is no reason
The messengers of change
Needing to love never ends at all
We cannot rearrange, it's how we move
It's how we move in space
Turn of the century, circle in time
Roundabout memory, blink of an eye
The messengers of change
Needing to [C7]love never ends at all
We cannot ɾearrange, it's how we move
It's how we move in space
Turn of the century, circle in time (It's your life, it's your life)
Roundabout memory, blink of an eye
The ballet of stars of once was
Hard to [C7]see past the colors of the world
It's about how to [C7]give place
Therefore we move in space
It's just a circle, it's just a circle in time
With no beginning, and [Bm]there's no finish line
Try to [C7]outɾun it, like [F]doing laps with the Sun
Light years beyond you, around again, it's coming
Turn of the century, circle in time (It's your life, it's your life)
Roundabout memory, yeah