| Revolving doors are going out of style. | |
| Time may change me but this place will not change me. | |
| Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of progress. | |
| A heartbeat will still pump every ounce into my being (x3) | |
| Distilled to it's purest form it still runs black. | |
| I'm beginning to think. | |
| That this is going to end. | |
| While we're all standing in the past. | |
| I'm beginning to think. | |
| We're all coming undone. | |
| The last of the battles to be won. | |
| Go! Time may change me but this place will not change me. | |
| Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of progress. |