Volvelle from Volvelle by Pikara

It's a spell, it's a loop, by the troops of my marching thoughts
Views are blocked, notion stuck in the muck behind my marching thoughts
Heels are high in the air for the troops of my marching thoughts
And by dawn I am a pawn, I'll follow right behind

In circle upon circle upon circle upon circle

It's a trick of the bell in the hope that all be well
Vacant eyes can't disguise the knowing that I feel so well
This charade takes a hold in the wake of my marching thoughts
I am apart of the play, on display I could never break away

I want someone to kick me to the ground

I am bound to the sound, hear the call of my marching thoughts
My heels are high in the air, don't see how I could ever step aside
To derail from this curve to no vail : here's my marching thoughts
It's a pyre of my own rules, even though I hardly ever knew the game

In circle upon circle upon circle upon circle
I want someone to kick me to the ground

• Alternative
• Americana
• acoustic
• alt-folk
• folk
• Lyle