Stage Wombat Collective - Self-Drawn Circle Lyrics

House, rust, familiar bricks
She stays, where the quiet is comforting
House, close, familiar tricks
She stays, where her life is continuing
And continuing
She hears a call of an odyssey
A crack in wall
Sound it's possibly comin' for me
She says, circlin' me, open for me
Hopin' this journey is maybe for me
Headin' for me, special for me
But her modesty brings her
Down, down, down
Judgmental honesty
This isn't my time, the timing's too right
Wait for the burning of candlelight
Slow to the drip, stiffening wax
No point in leaving without the facts
Seeds of a sound start to multiply
Sterilize all with a lullaby
Nothing is wrong with refusing
There's something to lose when you're choosing
But underground a subtle movement
Hum that's latent underneath
A melody scatters her journal
To the point where it can't stay internal
No no no no
Screamin' down down down with that judgmental honesty
A gate cuts off where she must begin
She climbs the fence
This path has been comin' for me
She says, circlin' me, open for me
Hopin' this journey is maybe for me
Headin' for me, special for me
Fresh earth and printless mud
The smell of the swamp and a manatee
Rush, wait, her timid blood
Can't fight the thrills of the mystery
And that symphony
This is nothing like home, she says
As the orchestra sings with strings
I might never go home
When her feet hit the pond
She sees her own visage beyond
And sees where she is
Where it's down down down with that judgmental honesty
This isn't my time, the timing's too right
Now is the burning of candlelight
The kettle was on, the stove was on high
Tiny effects from a butterfly
Notes in the air start to harden
Dropping like stones in the garden
Why did I give up refusing
What can I choose when I'm losing
[THE MONSTER MASH]
She sees two men play that melody
They stay behind
This never was destined for me
But I made it for me, structured for me
Circlin' round and around as it goes
A change of some clothes
Tomorrow we'll see
House, rust, familiar bricks
Back home, where the quiet is comforting
House, close, familiar tricks
Back home, where her life is continuing
With a different ring
(And she's wondering)