Dead leaves on the ground

When they were falling I weld your hand
When they hit pavement I let them go
I run alone in the street it's a dead end

Rubber, punctured by nails
The rust is spreading
I must run fast now

Repeat, repeat
Spoken in whispers
I can't buy, any more time, to preserve the line
You have to fight to, keep it going
I'm at loss

I'll cut my heart, I'll trust my gut (2x)
You try to draw a straight line
You make a circle every

Repeat, repeat
Keep pushing pens
Repeat, repeat
Push through paper
Repeat, repeat
It's a circuit
Repeat, repeat
This is real for me

You've got to stick your neck out
Don't fight that circuit anymore
It's not enough (2x)

Cut out my heart, I'll trust my gut
I'll trust my gut
I'll trust it

You tried to draw a straight line
You make a circle every time

Circle, never ending circle

Repeat, repeat
Keep pushing pens
Repeat, repeat
Push through paper
This, is, not, done