Retrograde
Cartel - 《Cycles》
A dizzy pattern in a cheap parade
And I'm losing touch but I'm I'm not ashamed
Of what I say or how nice I play
I'm a trojan horse made of paper mache
What has been ever comes 'round again
An undecided heart makes such a mess
A little scattered by a bitter fate
And I'm losing touch but I'm I'm not afraid
I'll be okay just in a different way
I have no remorse I have no more shame
Oh nothing ever ends before it begins
An undecided heart makes such a mess
Well I'll be going 'round and 'round
this cycle won't slow down
I'm looking for the centre of this life I've found
What has been ever comes 'round again
An undecided heart makes such a mess
An undecided heart makes such a mess