| The silver circle lays beside the home we used to own
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| The warmth that it had gathered up is scattered from the cold
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| I could hold your hand eternally and never see the blue return to red
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| The silver circle’s emptiness is swallowin' me whole
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| No part of me will ever see this ring regain its soul
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| What I would give to be the one to dry your tears and bring the smile back to
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| your face
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| It’s not my place
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| And I know things ain’t how you planned
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| But I am just a man
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| Blood in my veins and breath inside my lungs
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| And I know there is no excuse
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| But what am I to do
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| You’re all I know and I can’t let you go
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| The silver circle lays beside the home we used to own
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| The naked fingers hide inside the fist that’s getting old
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| My muscles ache to open up, but shame is like a prison to the mind
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| The silver circle and its girl have never left my sight
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| Though they keep me on the fringe I won’t go down without a fight
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| My heart is set, my mind is made, redemption is a shadow I will chase
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| I will chase
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| And I know things ain’t how you planned
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| But I am just a man
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| Blood in my veins and breath inside my lungs
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| And I know there is no excuse
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| But what am I to do
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| You’re all I know and I can’t let you go, no
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| The silver circle seems to laugh and sing of lessons learned
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| But from dust the silver rose, and back to dust it will return
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| Time seems like the enemy, but peace is always born to break your name
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| Just you wait
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| And I know things ain’t how you planned
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| But I am just a man
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| Blood in my veins and breath inside my lungs
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| And I know there is no excuse
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| But what am I to do
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| You’re all I know and I can’t let you go-o, yeah
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| No, I can’t let you go-o
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| No, I can’t let you go |