8 (Circle) [Beatless Mix]

Philosophise your figure

What I haven't held yet

You called, I came, stayed tall through it all

Fall and fixture just the same thing

Say nothing of my fable, no

What on earth is left to come?

Who's agonised and gnawed through it all?

I'm underneath your tongue

I'm standing in your street now, yeah

And I carry his guitar

And I can't recall it lightly at all

But I know I'm goin' in

Too much for me to pick up

Not sure what forgiveness is

We've galvanised the squall of it all

I can leave behind the harbour

To walk aside your favour

I'm an Actuary king

I'll keep you in a cave, your comfort and all

Unburdened and becoming