Circles - Lyrics

CIRCLES

Call it a motive, call it a cure,

All of your demons, have kissed you before,

I lean on my shadow, to show me the sun,

A makeshift momentum, won’t fool anyone,

There’s no rest for the weary, let’s all play along, we’ve gotta play along

There’s no time like tomorrow, for me to get this wrong, let’s all play along

 

Lay yourself down

one day your hands are gonna break

it’s all that we can take

 

See me running in circles, as if our time runs out,

You’re a sucker for poets, but I’ve had my doubts

There’s no rest for the foolish, let’s all sing along, we’ve gotta play along

 

Every colour blends together, every silhouette a spectre, i know 

every a word is like razor, slipping through my fingers, i know