Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circulation, artist - The Early November. Album song Imbue, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 07.05.2015
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Circulation |
| There’s a darkness in the most well-lit room |
| Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place |
| And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for |
| I am the radiator throwing heat |
| And you’re the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm |
| Oh, the tales we tell are glorious |
| Under the bed we sleep, under the dreams we dream |
| The dust that fills our lungs |
| Accumulates to the root of our body’s weakness |
| We are what we believe in |
| Blind by self depletion scared |
| I got to dry my hands and bleach 'em all |
| Find myself a reason not to cover up |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh |
| The court didn’t give me a chance to make my case |
| Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain |
| Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper |
| Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer |
| Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday |
| Becoming sand to remain that way forever |
| Blind by self depletion scared |
| I got to dry my hands and bleach 'em all |
| Find myself a reason not to cover up |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh |
| Blind by self depletion scared |
| I got to dry my hands and bleach 'em all |
| Find myself a reason not to cover up |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh |