When you are aching to the deep
Everlasting in your sleeps
Your dreams ever be
And wake to lose your mind

You are dwelling in your antiquities
Prints forever be
How you try to be neat
Off the stains, these everlasting things

So you cry to want to be
And maybe full of wrath than ever
But some things never change
Even hope whose idea is a rolling stone

Better now than ever
Even your endeavors are going to fail
But pride won’t just give up in an instant
You might as well start failing me now

Remember, these are everlasting things.