Lyrics 8 (Circle) [Beatless Mix] - Chicane

Philosophise your figure
What I haven′t held yet
You called, I came, stayed tall through it all
Fall and fixture just the same thing
Say nothing of my fable, no
What on earth is left to come?
Who's agonised and gnawed through it all?
I′m underneath your tongue
I'm standing in your street now, yeah
And I carry his guitar
And I can't recall it lightly at all
But I know I′m goin′ in
Too much for me to pick up
Not sure what forgiveness is
We've galvanised the squall of it all
I can leave behind the harbour
To walk aside your favour
I′m an Actuary king
I'll keep you in a cave, your comfort and all
Unburdened and becoming