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