Circulation
Bradford Cox
Bad circulation
Become impatient
Too long we've waited
For an end for me
Shame on your doctors
Oh, how they fooled us
Oh, how they lured us
Into their traps, oh
Cold cave in winter
Ice swings would splinter
Ashes and cinder
Caressed and fall
Done with the highlights
Mirror wives and low lives
And reach for my light
When it gets dark