Orestes (Live, Alternate Intro) - A Perfect Circle
Picture a parachute, a playground
Innocent faces in a circle
Tiny hands hold round the edges
A threat for every gentle moment
And they lift my heart high above their heads
On this billowing diaphragm of memories
And I struggle to catch a glimpse of you
But I’m bound by webs of habit
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