Testo Circles

A colossal ending streak of passive love.
You've got such tongue and cheek,
& that's not all.
It's half past midnight, son.
You won't let me hide.
Brace & lead me on outside.

Where to run? Where to hide?
All of the signs.
Where to hide?

You won't let me in.
They keep telling me to give in.
Feint of heart know where we are.
Further, just follow.