It's all been done before The love, the hate, the war The outside's the reflection Of the inside Anything in the start Always comes from one Never one, From another Confessions, Confessions, Confessions of a Traveller through time In all the years he's known That's never really grown He started off His creation The only change that is Is the change that is you We cannot make We never been born Confessions, Confessions, Confessions of a Traveller through time Confessions, Confessions, Confessions of a Traveller through time