Circle

This place is getting old, as you carry on
There′s bluntness on your throne, but you don't arm the sword
It′s heavy don't you know, so steady on

I fall just to step in line on your time - it's all manifested
You circle ′round my mind with what′s left of mine
This bubble's cold

I′ve seen it all before and I saw this coming
Your eyes undress his shirt and you're smiling hungry
So the sun will rise slow to your wild soul

I fall just to step in line on your time - it′s all manifested
You circle 'round my mind with what′s left of mine
This bubble's cold

Holy racket for golden mattresses, with the coldest lines
A stolen atlas to take it all away from here