كلمات Concentrical

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