I want to be fit   to take your breath   and exhale a resolution   I want to be fit   to sing along   with a pair of sunset lungs      where do you walk   where do I taste the wind behind you   I lose my vail   in hopes that you will stare right trough me      I can hear you crying for that halo   that isn't even yours for you to lose   and you tell me that your bound to your circle   concentrical      toss me like a rope   and hopefully you'll have their approval   inside the imitation that I loath   with the callow hands and the bad knees   all suckers for the taste of illusion      to hold and cradle   I lose my faith   in hopes that you will stare right trough me      I can hear you crying for that halo   that isn't even yours for you to lose   and you tell me that your bound to your circle   concentrical