I can't remember the likes of weather this coldnbut it was one year ago when the trees caught on firenand the sun just expirednI know this in fact, still I'm a stranger to the actnIt's the pain of childbirthnWe can't keep up with this earthnWe've all traveled it aroundnbut it seems like a first-time soundneach time my senses are burnednrelearn this twenty-third turnnWhen you can't memorize the feelingnthe circle keeps it here for thee