If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Circle me and the needle moves gracefully Back and forth If my heart was a compass you’d be north Risk it all cause I’ll catch you when you fall Wherever you go If my heart was a house you’d be home