Perfect Circles Songtext
von a Lesser Version

My head has failed again
An excess of something bound to an end
It might not be visible, but we cannot pretend
To take for granted what you meant when you said
Too much of anything can never exist
Simply by definition It made me see the world and yet
Restraint might not bring joy, but contentment
Of which we had avoided for so long
We had begun to forget the reason
that these things ever made sense