"Circles 'Round The Moon" lyrics

"Circles 'Round The Moon"

Circles 'round the moon, is this why
City life feels so awful?
It must be unlawful to live where you can't see the stars

Hundreds of miles away we draw the
Same lines to conclusions
There's no need for confusion when we all throw in the towel

Down the street from here there's a forest and a lake
I go there when my brain's too full to try to break down and un-complicate
To interpret the things we said in letters and phone calls
Not enough for us to tell "how was your day?"

Circles 'round the block is this how
All my time gets wasted?
I don't think so but we tasted the night air and now we just want more

Thousand postcards later, we seem
Older but that's normal
And my car's broke down, and its just too cold to hitchhike to your door

Down the street from here there's a forest and a lake
I go there when my brain's too full to try to break down, un-complicate
To interpret the things we said in letters and phone calls
Not enough for us to tell "how was your day?"
Not enough for us to tell "how was your day? "


Writer(s): Geri Halliwell, Tracy Ackerman, Andy John Watkins, Paul Wilson
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