I was born with my soul at my feet
I was born in the cruel summer heat
I was born in the grips of defeat
I was born on a nameless street
Circles, digging; I've been on this climb
Circles, spinning; You've been on my mind
I was born with the music playing loud
I was born with the skies raining flout
I was born with my head in the clouds
I was born into a shadow of doubt
Circles, digging; I've been on this climb
Circles, spinning; You've been on my mind
The prisons are overrun
The riots are all that's sprung
My blood aches with every beat
Are you still having fun?
I was born with my jaws in my mouth
I was born with a song in my head
I was born just north of the south
I was born in a room full of dread
I was born with my faith running out
I was born a little sad but devout
Circles, digging; I've been on this climb
Circles, spinning; You've been on my mind
The wires been crossed above
The vision or lack thereof
I fit you like a glove
Are we in cupboard love?