Concentrical

I want to be fit,
To take your breath
And exhale a resolution.
I want to be fit,
To sing along
With a pair of sunset lungs.

Where do you walk?
Where do I taste the wind behind you?
I lose my vail,
In hopes that you will stare right through me.

I can hear you crying for that halo,
That isn't even yours for you to lose.
And you tell me that you're bound to your circle.
Concentrical, concentrical.

Toss me like a rope,
And hopefully you'll have their approval.
Inside the imitation that I loath,
With the callow hands and the bad knees.
All suckers for the taste of illusion,
For you to hold and cradle.
I lose my faith,
In hopes that you will stare right through me.

I can hear you crying for that halo,
That isn't even yours for you to lose.
And you tell me that you're bound to your circle.
Concentrical, concentrical.