Letra de Forecasting

A millstone, golden, swings soft and assertive to the side Undeniably pure, my past, it has no future All persistence I can make this work All persistence I can make this work It’s a prayer to the present from perspectives of the past God, I hope this lasts And eventually, one day, the prophets are Gonna find out the hard way That I won’t repeat anything All persistence I can make this work All persistence I can make this work I can make this work I don’t believe anything Aversion towards versions of someone I swore I’d never be Old persistence I can make this worse Old persistence I can make this worse All (all), persistence I can make this work I can make this work