Circle to Feed - Gyre

Thousands fold.

They’re now surrounded… they’re now the center…

the spokes to a wheel

Vultures soar over us, they seek nothing but death and decay

The moments we live

The hours we hold

The days we feel free

Hold on to them all

Work through the hours that haunt you and move through the moments that are

hard to forget

Vultures soar over us, they seek nothing but death and decay

The moments we live

The hours we hold

The days we feel free

I wave and greet them all

Close our eyes, let wind whisper by

Something’s got to give… unconscious… unnerving… and self obsessed

Notice what’s become of us

Circle to feed, I wave and greet