Esto No Es Londres - Circles Lyrics

What it was, is uncertain
It makes sense if you feel it does
And the fear grows inside your throat
Looking back, is eternal
Is the fate that grows and holds you from behind
Gently leads you
To a place that is dark, so dark and narrow
Then you feel you wanna run
And your legs, they turn to dust
Now I know it was pointless
Being ready does not take away the pain
Like a bandage, can not stop a bleeding spirit
Like a soldier in his trench
Holds his shotgun 'till the end
Waiting for the final binding sky
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Then you feel you wanna run
And your legs, they turn to dust
And you're locked inside a duffel bag
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Let it go away!
Let it go away!
Let it go away!
Let it go away!
Sweet armor!
Sweet armor!
Sweet!