Lyric

Draw the circle, mark the moving line

Pressure falls and every street begins to shake

Through the windows, sky is bending in

Every angle pointing straight to you

Three steps forward, one cut to the side

Every shape is leading me along

Colors swirling faster than the breath I take

But I keep the center in my eyes

Spin the map and watch the storm align

Every vector pulling me to where you stand

Even if the wind will break my lines apart

I will draw them back until they cross again

Trace the spiral, curve against the flow

Every arc is bending closer to the core

Over rooftops, shadows bend and fold

Every chord is tightening its hold

Three steps forward, one cut to the side

Every shape is leading me along

Colors swirling faster than the breath I take

But I keep the center in my eyes

Spin the map and watch the storm align

Every vector pulling me to where you stand

Even if the wind will break my lines apart

I will draw them back until they cross again

Seven beats of thunder split the air

Every point connects into the grid

Even when the walls are turning in

I can see the final mark ahead

Spin the map and watch the storm align

Every vector pulling me to where you stand

Even if the wind will break my lines apart

I will draw them back until they cross again