Circles Erratica Songtext / Lyric

sometimes i'm invisible

i'm nowhere to be seen

kick like a tin can in the shape of a man

try so hard to break in so i can brust out

perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt



i've got a chronic disorder

i'm balanced between

the edge of a razor

trying to cut clean

i've got my eyes on the road

i'm trying to keep steady

i've got my hands on the wheel

i feel i'm nearly ready






hope that me who's dreaming

and that's not me who's screaming

want to wake up warm

in a tattered down tarn

still for all the killing

there's nobody winning

i want to spit it out

i want to scream and shout



lying in the gutter

i heard someone mutter

we'll creep in the shadows

trying to get home

like the swing in the see-saw

hard to keep steady

with some rearranging

i feel i'm nearly ready



sometimes i'm invisible

i'm nowhere to be seen

kick like a tin can into a sugarade man

hope that me who's dreaming

and that's not me who's screaming

want to wake up warm

in a tattered down tarn

lying in the gutter

i heard someone mutter

we'll creep in the shadows

trying to get home

i've got my eyes on the road

i'm trying to keep steady

i've got my hands on the wheel

i feel i'm nearly ready