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