Draw the circle
Draw something out of its shell
And if you saw me like this
Would you never tell
Can you feel the white wind
Tugging at your arm
And the noiseless crumble
Of how absent you are
It will go away
And it will come right back
So I'll tell you the truth
Nothing completely passes
Will we be done
With what we've done
May we be done
With what we've done
