Rounded Edges

The room leans in,

every breath counts Your name sits still

on my tongue

I keep walking where the floor gives out But I move

like nothing is wrong (ahhhh)

Count the steps, I lose the door

Seven turns and wanting more

Your absence bends the air

I feel it everywhere

I fall into the turn

And rise before the ground

If love will not return

Let the whole room open now (ooh,

yeah)

Round again, round again I almost touch the end

Round again, round again

داره زندگی بی تو می‌گذره

I say it softly,

then let it go

بدِ ولی این دوری بهتره

Still my hands remember home (ahhhh)

Hold the count inside my ribs

Let it break, let it bloom

For one slow breath,

the world forgives Then the seventh step comes through

I fall into the turn

And rise before the ground

If love will not return

Let the whole room open now

Round again, round again I almost touch the end

(ooh, yeah)