The Devoted Few - Nothing Ever Changes (Tess #3) lyrics

the art of time pours in your gla** the sound of it reminds you of your past and how nothing ever changes the clocks inside your head will strike midnight every night you stare at walls and paint with your memory and you won't ever make it, cause nothing here ever changes you wipe the dirt from off your dress and smile politely at your guests, and hold your breath that no one saw you on your knees your diary's a requiem, of all the things come and gone of times and boys and places you will never find and you won't ever make it, cause nothing ever changes and you won't ever make it, cause nothing here ever changes