Lying there with a halo in her hair 
She cried 
There are feathers everywhere 
But it’s fine 
You do this all the time 

Crying now 
Through [bad word] smile she knows 
This isn’t how he paid the bills before 
 [bad word] farm entrepreneur 

Go spin circles for me 
Wound relentlessly 
Around the words we used to sling 
Oh, such torturous things 
Always chewing up the only ones I ever mean 

If you’re going then go 
Go, go, go 
If you’re going then go 
Go, go, go 

Watch love 
Get strangled by a kite’s cold strings 
 [bad word] early and summer leaves 
As a storm with the car keys 

Spark your heels 
Up against the picket fence I built 
All your wishes they will sink like stones 
Slowly down a lonely well 

Go spin circles for me 
Wound relentlessly 
Around the words we used to sling 
Oh, such torturous things 
Always chewing up the only ones I ever mean 

If you’re going then go 
Go, go, go 
If you’re going then go 
Go, go, go