Bar of Clay

Right now, it's shadows on a cave wall Comfortable with what we don't know Making sense when it's just us around Slowly pulling me in circles I can see the early warnings Slowly cut through a bar of clay Thin frost in the early morning No chance for a Summer's day And so I don't know what I'm asking Feels like I'm talking through a window Heart pulled apart and dragged around Pacing back around the circle I can see the early warnings Slowly cut through a bar of clay Thin frost in the early morning No chance for a Summer's day