Circles

It was 3 O'clock on Christmas morning,
We were drunk in the back garden pointing at the clouds
They were forming a geometric shape around the moon
Like the mouth of a giant trying to swallow us whole

But we never thought it would be you, that we'd lose

Now it's 3 O'clock on Christmas morning
And we're still sat here mourning
But memories like this they keep my spirits up
Memories like this keep me going



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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