Merry, rampant, and free
Happy, together, everything a flow
Til somewhere ends the world we know
The hunger sits, feeding on the stillness
The circle does not move
The river not flowing, adds to the illness
It is our time to shuffle through the collection
Though I feel for you or you for me
We don't make it through
Neither of us can find a way to see
To see a way to fill our abhorrish needs
Now with you, I must say good-bye
Though the pain is great
It's hard to look in your eye to say hi
Because our love was no circular motion