Lletres: Sarah McLachlan. Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. Circle.

There are two of us talking in circles
And one of us who wants to leave
In a world created for only us
An empty cage that had no key

Don't you know that we're working with flesh and blood
Carving out of jealousy
Crawling into each other it's smothering
Every little part of me

What kind of love is this that keeps me
Hanging on
Despite everything it's doing to me

What is this love that keeps me coming
Back for more
When it will only end in misery

I know too many people unhappy
In a life from which they'd love to flee
Watching others get everything offered
They're wanton for discovery

Oh, my brother, my sister, my mother
You're losing your identity
Can't you see that it's you in the window?
Shining with intensity

What kind of love is this that keeps me
Hanging on
Despite everything it's doing to me

What is this love that keeps me coming
Back for more
When it will only end in misery

What kind of love is this that keeps me
Hanging on
Despite everything it's doing to me

What is this love that keeps me coming
Back for more
When it will only end in misery