Circles - Tow'rs

Longing for some distant day

Far from all the ash

Our bodies will soon decay

Like the garden that we left

While I was searching for a feeling

You were searching for me

Circles are the perfect shape

To describe the hearts of man

As soon as he finds it near him

It leaves and comes back again

While I was searching for a feeling

You were searching for me

I heard You in the cool of day

Your voice was trembling in the trees

I was afraid then of what You’d say

You clothed me

While I was searching for a feeling

You were searching for me