Lyrics: Ray Saetta
Music: Ray Saetta
Stuck in this endless loop again, oh yeah
Same grey clouds hangin', feel the city air, so rare
To catch a break from all this weight I gotta hold
Another story told, growin' old, feelin' cold
Woke up this mornin', sun was barely showin' through
Didn't really wanna move, nothin' much to do
Scrollin' through my phone, seein' faces I don't know
Wonderin' where the time goes, watchin' seasons come and go
Got this heavy blanket, draped all over my whole soul
Losing my direction, diggin' deeper in this hole
And I try to find a reason, try to find a spark
But everything feels distant, lingerin' in the dark
Guess I'm just floatin' onwards, on this river flowin' slow
Not really fightin' currents, just lettin' myself go
Stuck in this endless loop again, oh yeah
Same grey clouds hangin', feel the city air, so rare
To catch a break from all this weight I gotta hold
Another story told, growin' old, feelin' cold
Remember days when laughter used to fill up every room
Now the silence echoes, sealin' up my lonely tomb
Walk these city sidewalks, footsteps make no sound
Just another weary traveler, on this haunted ground
Used to dream so big, yeah, painted skies all bright and blue,
Now the colors faded, guess some dreams just don't come true
And I search for somethin' different, somethin' I can feel
But this tired kind of feelin', that's the only thing that's real
So I just keep on driftin', watchin' billboards pass me by
Underneath this heavy, never-changin', weary sky
Stuck in this endless loop again, oh yeah
Same grey clouds hangin', feel the city air, so rare
To catch a break from all this weight I gotta hold
Another story told, growin' old, feelin' cold
Maybe tomorrow mornin', somethin' different I will see
Maybe this old feelin' will finally set me free
But for now, it's just this rhythm, slow and low and deep,
Secrets that my tired heart will always try to keep yeah, to keep
Stuck in this endless loop again, oh yeah, (endless loop)
Same grey clouds hangin', feel the city air, so rare (city air)
To catch a break from all this weight I gotta hold, (gotta hold)
Another story told, growin' old, feelin' cold