You threw your weed right out the window
A cycle that started years ago
It refines and bends and starts all over again
That's why I've learned to be patient and kind not quick to condemn
Is it only me who breaks the silence?
I stay indoors while the party riots
I've learned that I'm my best alliance
A voice that echos in, in my hair, in my lungs and in my skin
It goes, it goes, it goes
Back and fourth and round and round
It goes back and fourth round and round
Back and fourth and round and round
It goes back and fourth round and round
On an icy Sunday morning
Your voice shatters my mundane thinking
Kicked off shoes ran through the mud
That's why I've learned to be loving and kind not quick to dispose of
Dancing 'round through the garden
The plants are icy dripped with stardom
My luck it never rests
Hear the shouts that echo in, in my hair, in my lungs and in my skin
It goes, it goes, it goes
Back and fourth and round and round
It goes back and fourth round and round
Back and fourth and round and round
It goes back and fourth round and round
Back and fourth and round and round
It goes back and fourth round and round
Round and round