Circles - Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don’t need to walk around in circles

When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything

And when the gas is drained just wreck it, you insured the thing

But I can’t sigh now that you made the move

It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor

For the right price I can get everything

Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star