Transcribed by: Christy Raymond

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Whoever’s built this town, will be the same that will knock it down,
What were they thinking was anyone else around?
These streets don’t light up,
They don’t take me home,
They don’t fill my cup.
They don’t keep me company whenever I’m
No sir
There just distractions, that keeps me spinning down
Only actions they don’t succeed but they never fail
Theirs so many holes in my face and nothing leaks out.
It’s a miracle they don’t escape, these words that role out my mouth

There’s a missing link that sits between you and me
The reach of my arms out and the bend of my knee
To be told ----------------------
No more than the setting of the sand
I don’t need no coercion to make my face grow pale
The full-length push,
Tied to the ocean
It’s enough to make me swallow,
The thoughts I learnt before this notion
If the perfect circle is just a motion
An attempt to draw one is the boldest notion

Whoever built this town, will be the same that will knock it down,
Was anyone thinking was anyone else around?
These streets don’t light up,
They don’t take me home,
They don’t fill my cup.
They don’t keep me company when I choose to roam
No sir
It’s the tide to the ocean
It’s enough to make me swallow Flotsam
And the boldest notion
Like the perfect circle
It’s just a motion?
An attempt to draw one is the boldest notion
If the perfect circle is just a motion
An attempt to draw one is the boldest notion.
The perfect circle of life