Elena

Hear the din of every echoing impermanent solution

Bear the weight of every corner of the world in destitution

It starts again, it starts again, somehow it always starts again

From end to end, from end to end, we make our way from end to end

Call it revolution, every new thing leaves a trace

Call it resolution, watch it settle in its place

Settle down, surround it only by the old circumlocution

Losing ground to some interminably nearer dissolution

It comes around, it comes around, somehow it always comes around

It comes around, it comes around, that's how it always comes around