Well, I'm told I'm built to roam alone, but there's a hole
She grips me by my soul and lives inside my deepest lies

Who are you tonight when you peel your skin aside?
You’ve got your serpent alibi
And though it feels so wrong, it feels just right

Beneath the surface tows an errant heart of woes
It seems when tempers blow, we both confide in deeper minds

You see that we aren’t qualified to stand aside

(Chorus)

Round and round we go
Egos drop and circles grow
Like a blank and tired sigh
We’ll be forced to roam alone
Round we go