Текст песни 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
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