Echoecho

There is no end to this
There is no room to move
There's something I must confess
I can't deal with this mess

If you are made to believe
That you are always wrong
Hypocrites are always right
In case something else comes along

Repeat it again
Echo echo
If it wasn't for you
These echoes would end

Your memory knows no ends
Controls 'cos it runs so deep
A convenient forgotten past
Never had a chance to find our feet

When all is said and done
I'm still my mother's son
I've seen what's done is done, what's done is done
What's done is done

Echo echo
Repeat it again
If it wasn't for you
These echoes would end

There is no end to this
There is no room to move