Circulation - Deerhunter

Bad circulation

Become impatient

Too long we’ve waited

For an end for me

Shame on your doctors

Oh, how they fooled us

Oh, how they lured us

Into their traps, oh

Cold cave in winter

Ice swings would splinter

Ashes and cinder

Caressed and fall

Done with the highlights

Mirror wives and low lives

And reach for my light

When it gets dark