Rings - Pinegrove

I draw a line in my life

Singing this is the new way I behave now

And actually live by the shape of that sound

Circle in the back of my throat

Spinning in my head and on my pillow

Telling you things you don’t need to know

Letting you know I trust you so much

Then I’m looking at you through the lights

A circle blinking in the tungsten

Wondering how I seem to you

Forgetting the words I’m singing for you

Am I forgetting how it felt?

You were sleeping with your rings on (rings on)

Cardinal wings in the early morning

Waking up to a metaphor forming

I draw a line in my skin

I’m pinning down inchoate meaning

Mark me right below the ampersand

Perforate line dry summer on my own land

Then it circulates around town

Do I double down because I’m stubborn?

The needle on the phonographic sound

You’re digging it up as soon as it’s drawn down

Am I forgetting how it felt?

If you sing along do I remember?

Mark this feeling in the simplest shape

Let me finally let it fall away

Away