Nothing Has Changed

	Kajanus
	Our lives are like the clock
	A never- ending circle made of time
	For all I know, we might have lived this life before
	For nothing´s really changed
	The senses still confide in lust and love
	For love is man´s eternity
	From the spring´s first flower
	To the end of the fall
	We stretch every hour, for love I recall
	Like the wish and desire
	For life as a game
	For the virginal fire to be drowned again
	Nothing has changed
	It´s like a play´s immortal run
	Where every part has played before
	It lives and gives to everyone
	And still we try to break the seals
	But love is like the pendulum of time
	It swings from truth to fantasy
	From the spring´s first flower
	To the end of the fall
	We stretch every hour, for love I recall
	Like the wish and desire
	For life as a game
	For the virginal fire to be drowned again
	Nothing has changed

	Kajanus
	Our lives are like the clock
	A never ending circle made of time
	For all I know, we might have lived this life before
	For nothing s really changed
	The senses still confide in lust and love
	For love is man s eternity
	From the spring s first flower
	To the end of the fall
	We stretch every hour, for love I recall
	Like the wish and desire
	For life as a game
	For the virginal fire to be drowned again
	Nothing has changed
	It s like a play s immortal run
	Where every part has played before
	It lives and gives to everyone
	And still we try to break the seals
	But love is like the pendulum of time
	It swings from truth to fantasy
	From the spring s first flower
	To the end of the fall
	We stretch every hour, for love I recall
	Like the wish and desire
	For life as a game
	For the virginal fire to be drowned again
	Nothing has changed