Curves of the Needle - Field Music

The curves of the needle encircle

But lead us nowhere

Neither of you were there

You played to no one

You listened to no one

But I could hear you both

Oh, to be young again

To be loved again

Oh, to be young again

To be loved again

Hear it grow old

Hear the ones gone

Hear the leaving

Those that replace me

Leave you forgeries

Tricks of memory

The rest resides in here

Oh, to be young again

To be loved again

Oh, to be young again

To be loved again