Circulation - The Early November

There’s a darkness in the most well-lit room

Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place

And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for

I am the radiator throwing heat

And you’re the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm

Oh, the tales we tell are glorious

Under the bed we sleep, under the dreams we dream

The dust that fills our lungs

Accumulates to the root of our body’s weakness

We are what we believe in

Blind by self depletion scared

I got to dry my hands and bleach 'em all

Find myself a reason not to cover up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

The court didn’t give me a chance to make my case

Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain

Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper

Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer

Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday

Becoming sand to remain that way forever

Blind by self depletion scared

I got to dry my hands and bleach 'em all

Find myself a reason not to cover up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Blind by self depletion scared

I got to dry my hands and bleach 'em all

Find myself a reason not to cover up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh