Taproot - Around The Bend Lyrics

Inside I'm free
No need to breathe
The knife cuts a careful arch
Intent to leave it's mark
And through it, I see
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Around and around the bend
This circle remains a friend
Around and around the bend
This cycle remains a test
In the garden she's scene
Captured imagery
Buried beneath the ground
Still life all around
And through it, I see
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Around and around the bend
This circle remains a friend
Around and around the bend
This cycle remains a test
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
With a step she closes in on me
Like broken glass
A drop of jewelry
With a click she takes my breath away
And holds it for another day
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Around and around the bend
This circle remains a friend
Around and around the bend
This cycle remains a test
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Below the place I carve and rest
A matchbook sparks a lone address
The fire burns and walks with me
Down to Contemplation Street

Inside I'm free
No need to breathe
The knife cuts a careful arch
Intent to leave it's mark
And through it, I see
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Around and around the bend
This circle remains a friend
Around and around the bend
This cycle remains a test
In the garden she's scene
Captured imagery
Buried beneath the ground
Still life all around
And through it, I see
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Around and around the bend
This circle remains a friend
Around and around the bend
This cycle remains a test
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
With a step she closes in on me
Like broken glass
A drop of jewelry
With a click she takes my breath away
And holds it for another day
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Around and around the bend
This circle remains a friend
Around and around the bend
This cycle remains a test
Around and around the bend
This circle remains an end
Below the place I carve and rest
A matchbook sparks a lone address
The fire burns and walks with me
Down to Contemplation Street