The Circle - The Dream Syndicate

I found a way to slow it down

I was twisting all the knobs

And grinding gears in to the dust

Of smoke that covered up the corridors of time

Aiding and abetting an escape

I thought was mine and only mine

Where no one’s standing guard

Or dishing dirt and naming names

The past is easier to bend

I found a way to slow it down

I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve

In case the spark recedes

I’ll draw a circle around the border and perimeter of time

Of motivation and sensation and the walls that I can’t climb

I’m standing still and letting go

At a speed that I can’t know

And I don’t even try to pretend or comprehend

That the circle never ends

And the circle never ends

The circle never ends

The line distorts before it bends

The fissure never mends

The point where it suspends

And the circle never ends

And the circle never ends

The circle never ends

The path, it dips and then descends

The straightest line deceives, detains

Delineates and then extends

And the circle never ends