A millstone, golden, swings soft and assertive to the side
Undeniably pure, my past, it has no future

All persistence
I can make this work
All persistence
I can make this work

It’s a prayer to the present from perspectives of the past
God, I hope this lasts
And eventually, one day, the prophets are
Gonna find out the hard way
That I won’t repeat anything

All persistence
I can make this work
All persistence
I can make this work
I can make this work

I don’t believe anything
Aversion towards versions of someone I swore I’d never be

Old persistence
I can make this worse
Old persistence
I can make this worse
All (all), persistence
I can make this work
I can make this work