Changes

I've been to harm
I've been laid down in the arms of an absence
Where the space is only spacious when I open up my eyes
Darkness has rounded me but in the center there is a light
It's where a bonfire of all that is excess burns bright

Or is it changing?
Could, could be changing
Maybe we change again
It's nothing like a wheel going 'round

If a road turns out to be a circle of preservative unrest
And they find yourself in a ditch there waiting for a pass
Somehow you've still done love enough to get right up with yourself
Only too aware of the cruelty under your

And as you're changing
Could, could be changing
Maybe you change again
It's nothing like a wheel going 'round