The Eights Lyrics

Once more I hear the calling
Once gone, forever falling

I walk two circles placed side by side

In the place I'm thrown in
All clocks, their hands frozen

I see the hourglass is on its side

Same steps, same mistakes
No change in time or place

I fly an eight pattern up in the sky

Everything suspended
Time and movement ended

All is black and there is no dawn

Slipping on a landslide
Holding back a landslide

Wondering if it's just the hand I've drawn

Crushed by all the weight
Staggering in figure eights

If I can't stand, so down I fall