Perfect Circle

I am the I am driven by imperfect urges I've been drawn to you That is perfect Once in my room we drew a perfect circle I feel my chest is aching more And in the dark I heard a [?] story I was waiting for that [?] I undertook [?] bright blue alleys I [?] In the morning as I want to call it My friends it would end in tears I heard in their bleeding voices And I noticed I was shaking gently Now bring forth all your fiery creatures To burn our love, my [?] to cinders Once in my room we drew perfect circle Whilst breathing in the [?] [?] all [?] the tempers tumble Confiscate our love, the stolen [?] Hold my mouth and let me wonder over To the pier with all it's neon glow