Tell me how to wax when you're on the wane;
passing through your prime goes slip, crack, heavy bags.
And tell me are your days are they too cold
dreaming of the noises in the night when they're loud and close to you?
Tell me, all your days, are they like this:
taking hold slowly with the thought, going "Oops, I fucked with you."
And like your sore head, you become like everyone else with not enough space
And your friends... oh, your friends.
The won't let you.
Red Circle who you miss,
Red Circle who you kiss.
from Red Circle,
released September 22, 2009