Circle Song

I'm thinking
I'm thinking some
How the hero
Always dies young
And if not for his own gun
He got caught on the funny
Bone
You know I feel so alone
And in all my dreams
I see a thousand futures grow
How I wish to find my way back home
On my own Accord
You know the pen is the sword
And if not for Bowie
Who'd know about the Norfolk Broads
How I wish to find my own Sweet Lord

Maybe abroad
Daylight
Ah, when'd it turn daylight
How long have I been going
Around in these circles tonight Perhaps I flew too close to the light

I'm quiet
Cause I don't waste words
Where lies the secret
You ask
It flies with the birds
Forever doomed to sing unheard
I thought
I thought I could be
The one that flew the nest
The one that could be free
But more wrong I could not be
Because l'm thinking
I'm thinking some
How all of my heroes
Always die young



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Mcgough, Matthew Neale, Thomas Colin Haywood
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