Circling of the Souls

From across the table
They found each other’s eyes
So perfectly unable
They were two of a kind
They were two of a kind

All she ever wanted
Was all he couldn’t give
And all he ever longed for
Slipped through her like the wind
Slipped through her like the wind

Oh, where there’s a spark there’s fire
Where there’s an ache, there is desire
Where there is air, a need to fill the space
And oh, when will we be enough
Maybe you’ll make me whole
Round and round
The circling of the souls

She wonders now where is he
He’s been out half the night
And it keeps them busy
It shields them from the light
It shields them from the light

The children hear them fighting
They feel it through the doors and the walls and the floors
Accusations flying
And they learn that love is war
They learn what words are for

Oh where there’s a spark there’s fire
Where there’s an ache, it is desire
Where there is air a need to fill the space
And oh, when will we see enough
Maybe you’ll make me whole
Round and round
The circling of the souls

You remind me of who I am
Of where I’ve been and where I stand
All the things that I’ve come to know
I won’t let go and I can’t let go

Where there’s a spark there’s fire
Where there’s an ache, it is desire
Where there is air, a need to fill the space
And oh, when will we be enough
As sure as the world is old
Round and round
The circling of the souls

From across the table
They found each other’s eyes
So perfectly unable
They were two of a kind
They were two of a kind