Текст песни A Ghostly Bishop

The thing that gets me down On the second time around Is I left but now Im back in the same place Shoot an arrow through my heart Tie an anchor to my cart til Ive lost my sense of self to self-efface The business ends grown cold Cause youre not allowed to be old And Im rooting for a horse that never pays And I take it out on me Repeat my history And waste the time that no one can replace My subjects stay the same love and work and fame You could set your clock to follow my retrace So here I am again Unhappy where I am But too afraid to stare me in the face