Field Music Curves Of The Needle
The curves of the needle encircle
But lead us nowhere
Neither of you were there
You played to no-one
You listened to no-one
But I could hear you both
Oh, to be young again
To be loved again
Oh, to be young again
To be loved again
Hear it grow old
Hear the ones gone
Hear the leaving
Those that replace me
Leave you forgeries
Trick of memory
The rest resides in here
Oh, to be young again
To be loved again
Oh, to be young again
To be loved again
