[Chorus]
I'm always wandering into the past
I could get lost in the fiction you craft

I'm always wandering into the past
I could get lost in the fiction you craft

[Verse 1]
A persecuting village left a scarlet mark upon me
I still feel the Salem weather haunt me
A farewell to the arms that left a generation broken
I still hate the sound of rain approaching
There's pride in perseverance even if it’s in a dark place
Santiago dreamt away the heartbreak
Carraway could see why I always chasеd your green light but I know you know that
Something wicked’s closing in I feel it in my bones
A carousеl with diabolic goals
Bromden saw the truth but he would rather shut his eyes
Than lobotomize the laughter that’s inside
I could never capture all the sand inside the sieve
Till Faber gave me something to believe
Every night I feel that remorse again
“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!"

[Chorus]
I'm always wandering into the past
I could get lost in the fiction you craft
I'm always wandering into the past
I could get lost in the fiction you craft