THE CIRCLE

 

It's all inside, our young and idle breath

Holding only long enough to become love

I recall round and weightless things

Small and absolute enough to become love

 

Another trip around the table

Where we emptied our pockets

And we found silence in the circle

Waiting on the right time

 

We fall and rise in eternity

Everybody with us now to become love

Surround my sin in a voice I know

I'm listening to everything to become love

 

Another trip around the table

Where we emptied our pockets

And we found silence in the circle

Waiting on the right time