circling

Midnight comes around again
Soothing all the twists and turns for us
Before you open up your eyes
My broken hand turns out the light and them...

Dust to dust they say
Well that's the way that we go
If it's too soon or late
It's something more than we know

Morning brings it into view
All of us hopeless yet so beautiful
You never opened up your eyes
Nobody with you on your last goodnight

Circling