This isn't happening
Nothing is real
When you murder the truth
How do you feel?

This isn't happening
Lock all the doors
These are the questions
You're looking for

I'm a wheel, keep turning
Fire, keep burning
I'm a river, keep running
All the way home
All the way home to you

This isn't happening
Just like it should
There's blood in my custard
I misunderstood

I'm a wheel, I keep turning
Fire, keep burning
I'm a river, keep running
All the way home
All the way home to you

I'm a wheel, I keep turning
Fire, I keep burning
I'm a river, I keep running
All the way home
All the way home to you

Composição: John Squire