Turning Round
Though this city's got a heart of stone
I'll never doubt its sincerity
It tries so hard to kick you down
But you'll always hit back so strong and mighty.
Though our past holds some dark secrets
And we always seem to quarrel over it
Optimism is in short supply
But we've got to keep staking our claims for our way of life.
Though my mind keeps Turning Round in circles
At a million miles an hour
I've got to keep it fixed on how
I'm gonna change the world
Before tomorrow comes
And sweeps me off my feet, and
I am left with very few options but to keep on,
To keep on walking the streets.
This feeling of exclusion
It never seems to get me down
I'm satisfied being on my own
In the knowledge I could live in no better town
Though our past holds some dark secrets
And we always seem to quarrel over it
Optimism is in short supply
But we've got to keep staking our claims for our way of life.
Though my mind keeps Turning Round in circles
At a million miles an hour
I've got to keep it fixed on how
I'm gonna change the world
Before tomorrow comes
And sweeps me off my feet, and
I am left with very few options but to keep on,
To keep on roaming the streets.
To keep on roaming the streets
I'm roaming the streets.
I'll never doubt its sincerity
It tries so hard to kick you down
But you'll always hit back so strong and mighty.
Though our past holds some dark secrets
And we always seem to quarrel over it
Optimism is in short supply
But we've got to keep staking our claims for our way of life.
Though my mind keeps Turning Round in circles
At a million miles an hour
I've got to keep it fixed on how
I'm gonna change the world
Before tomorrow comes
And sweeps me off my feet, and
I am left with very few options but to keep on,
To keep on walking the streets.
This feeling of exclusion
It never seems to get me down
I'm satisfied being on my own
In the knowledge I could live in no better town
Though our past holds some dark secrets
And we always seem to quarrel over it
Optimism is in short supply
But we've got to keep staking our claims for our way of life.
Though my mind keeps Turning Round in circles
At a million miles an hour
I've got to keep it fixed on how
I'm gonna change the world
Before tomorrow comes
And sweeps me off my feet, and
I am left with very few options but to keep on,
To keep on roaming the streets.
To keep on roaming the streets
I'm roaming the streets.
Credits
Writer(s): Cian Downing
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