Circle

(альбом: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy - 1993)

There are two of us
Talking in circles
And one of us who wants to leave

In a world
Created for only
Us an empty cage
That had no key

Don't you know
We're working with flesh and blood
Carving out of jealousy

Crawling into each other
It's smothering
Every little part of me

What kind of love is this that keeps me
Hanging on
Despite everything it's doing to me
What is this love that keeps me coming
Back for more
When it will only end in misery

I know too many people unhappy
In a life from which they'd love to flee
Watching others get every offer
They're wanton for discovery

Oh my brother
My sister
My mother
You're losing your identity

Can't you see that it's you in the window
Shining with intensity

What kind of love is this that keeps me
Hanging on
Despite everything it's doing to me
What is this love that keeps me coming
Back for more
When it will only end in misery