Circles

Longing for some distant day
 far from all the ash
 Our bodies will soon decay
 like the garden that we left
 While I was searching for a feeling
 You were searching for me
 Circles are the perfect shape
 to describe the hearts of man
 as soon as he finds it near him
 it leaves and comes back again
 While I was searching for a feeling
 you were searching for me
 I heard you in the cool of day
 your voice shaking in the trees
 I was afraid then of what you'd say
 you clothed me
 while I was searching for a feeling
 you were searching for me