Flip it and reverse it...

I trip and cross the line...

A few years, and just like that,

my head still takes me back.

Thought it was done, but I

guess it's never really over.

Oh, I was such a mess,

but wasn’t it the best?

Thought it was done, but I

guess it’s never really over.

It's never really over...

The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; they whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he is an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness.