It´s like life imitating life, Constantly repeating history until it´s blind It´s like time only speaks in rhymes Repeating repetition til you´re lost inside your mind
Was I a terminal distraction? Or just a chemical reaction?
Or is it chance or is it fate? Was I just standing in your way?
I find it hard to understand How you love this ordinary man And so extraordinarily Maybe it´s all unraveling according to plan
It´s like life imitating life Constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives It´s like time draws a crooked line Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can´t be defined
Is it a critical invention? Or just fulfilling it´s intention?
Or is it chance or is it fate? Or are we simply meant to wait?
I find it hard to understand Yeah that it´s all left up to chance And so arbitrarily But if she sees something in me
It must be life imitating life Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right
I guess it might just possibly May be all unraveling according to plan