Circa Survive Curitiba
Every single chance I've had
Split in two
Splitting back and forth for hours on end
Listen as the floorboards bend
Careful now
I can hear your voice nod off
Maybe it's the risk we take
Feel it in the depths of my soul
A fire's burning in your way
You make the perfect widow
Notice how the water flows in all directions
Keeping me apart from all the things I'm meant for
I can tell suspicions when it let me get away
I'm nearly there now
Acting on an instinct in opposite metaphor
Keeping me attached to all the harsh indifference
I can tell the superstitions giving me away
In a rise and fall
And in the place of love
Where everything gets passed around
Everything you want
You want less light
When I support you all
And everything you've done for me
Everything you want
You're not a savior
Should I be keeping score?
Forever's come for us
Will we get stuck on words that give our souls away?
The keys keep breaking down
I'm empty without
Will we get stuck on places where we felt alive?
Should I be keeping score?
Forever's come for us
Will we get stuck on words that give our souls away?
The keys keep breaking down
I'm empty without
Will we get stuck on places where we felt alive?
Every single chance I've had
Every single chance I've had to tell the truth
You make such the perfect widow
