memories call and they want to be as the light cuts through all the barren trees conjuring circles where the night does bleed hiding in corners where the sight don't see and when the door swings you barely know it I think that something is coming free and they crowned her day as the melody crawls to its destiny sweeping the burden from the bight of a story been shot forth to the end of receivers that you don't believe in and when the door swings you barely know it I think that something is coming free and when the ghosts sing you barely heard it I think that something is coming free I see us living with the feeling of a sketch of a map of a sprawling sea when you're carving circles so I'll be leaving by the feeling of the lakes of the cracks of our fallen beams when you're carving circles I've seen all that I need but it looks like a real nice scene when you're carving circles you've got a fan on your team but I wish that that man was me when you're carving circles