Nothing Is Written

[?] just 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 chase an anomaly We gain some ground then down with trajectory 'Round and 'round, we keep on turning [?] days 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 chase an anomaly We gain some ground then down with trajectory 'Round and 'round, we keep on turning [?] days 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 regret I'll make a promise, won't be giving up yet 'Round and 'round, we chase an anomaly We gain some ground then down with trajectory 'Round and 'round, we keep on turning [?] days come --- Nothing Is Written - Cults