Circles.Exe

I'd been waiting for a chance to pick that bone with you
I'd been plucking sweetened corpses from the vine
And it's been so long
I'd forgotten I was wrong
And renewed my vows on secret lows and lies

And I throw myself back in to silken ties

I've been brushing up on romance, chewing fat beneath the moon
Dusting off my ever present shame
And it's fresh and light
And it grows best in the night
When she says 'Everybody's problems weigh the same'

Now all the world's on fire
I heard awful whispers
That the temperature is rising
All along the curtain
I haven't got a clue
What anyone is talking 'bout
I'm running round in circles to you
I'm running circles to you

Running. Running
I'm running circles to you

Oh I've been pigging out on playbacks
Running circles out to you
Or in, whichever, for she changes like the weather
For he fattened up the thieves
And though his death was well received
The old guard shrug 'Why not? Whatever...'

Now all the world's on fire
I heard awful rumours
That the temperature is rising
All along the curtain
I haven't got a clue
What anyone is talking 'bout
I'm running round in circles to you
I'm running circles to you

Now all the world's on fire
I heard awful chit-chat
The temperature is rising
All along the curtain
Now all the world's on fire
I heard awful chit-chat
The temperature is rising
I'm running round in circles to you
I'm running circles to you

Running. Running
I'm running circles to you



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Writer(s): Adam Morgan
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