History (Repeats Itself)

History repeats itself

Coiling down into the future

When it's one second to twelve

The hands touch and follow deeperHistory repeats itself

I didn't learn, I wouldn't listen

I couldn't see the books were on the shelf

For my good sense, I never missed 'emWish I was standing by the shore

Feel the wind blow in my face

See the waves roll in for an encore

They take a bow, they know their placeI do not want, I do not feel

I've turned away in myself

I can't find anything that's real

But history repeats itself