6 acessos
I want to be fit
to take your breath
and exhale a resolution
I want to be fit
to sing along
with a pair of sunset lungs
where do you walk
where do I taste the wind behind you
I lose my vail
in hopes that you will stare right trough me
I can hear you crying for that halo
that isn't even yours for you to lose
and you tell me that your bound to your circle
concentrical
toss me like a rope
and hopefully you'll have their approval
inside the imitation that I loath
with the callow hands and the bad knees
all suckers for the taste of illusion
to hold and cradle
I lose my faith
in hopes that you will stare right trough me
I can hear you crying for that halo
that isn't even yours for you to lose
and you tell me that your bound to your circle
concentrical