Swing low in a dark glass hour you turn and cower see it tur...
you take him places I can t go you tell him things Id on ...
each night I taste the silence of the words in my thr...
you ve got to run to me you ve got to hide from me you ve g...
into a room old curtains broken chairs I w...
a matter of empty gestures a question of circ...
I guess I could if I wanted I guess I could if I wanted ...
I see your voice You re scared of a ghost Take what...
see me shed my mind as I leave to find the circles whit the g...
