Video The Circle de Abigail Christensen 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abigail Christensen - The Circle Lyrics

[Verse 1: Abigail Christensen]
Now there's a river flow washing
The soul that stains the soil
Stains the soil red

[Verse 2]
Remember
This ground we walk
Pounding with the songs that sang the dead
Sang the dead to sleep


[Pre Chorus 1: Ashton Hughes]
Now their memories have grayed
And their bones have melt away
Tell the scribes and all the saints
That their writings can't be saved
Though we try so hard
We can't find the start


[Chorus: Abigail Christensen]
Burning pages
Of the people who
Can't take back the wounds
That we won't lеt heal
Blowing in the wind
They will join thе dirt
And feed the weeds
Of our dead history
[Verse 3]
Fallen
Ancient days calling
Calling like a lullaby
Hanging over faces


[Verse 4]
Wherever
Lungs will breathe
There're secrets
Kept away for ages
Look at them in pieces


[Pre Chorus 2: Ashton Hughes]
The cycle still remains
All these sins they look the same
Tell the captains and the kings that their warnings were in vain
Though they tried so hard
To prevent these scars, we're


[Chorus: Abby Christensen]
Burning pages
Of the people who
Can't take back the wounds
That we won't let heal
Blowing in the wind
They will join the dirt
And feed the weeds
Of our dead history
[Verse 5: Ashton Hughes]
Stolen
Every chance we had
Broken
And our fathers' pains are left for the birds


[Bridge: Ashton Hughes]
Memories have grayed
Their bones have melt away
Tell the scribes and saints
Their writings can't be saved
They tried so hard


And the cycle still remains
All these sins they look the same
Tell all that came before that their warnings were in vain
Though they tried so hard
To prevent these scars


We're sinking in the waves
And we wonder who's to blame
For this self-destructing game
That were all content to play
If only we could've heard their screams
[Chorus: Abigail Christensen]
Burning pages
Of the people who
Can't take back the wounds
That we won't let heal
Blowing in the wind
They will join the dirt
And feed the weeds
Of our dead history