Circles

Lost in the streets with columns

Walked 'til we saw the sun shining on the windows

Arches open perspectives

As the drinks fade away slowly from my mind

I hear the old story

When the lonely hour hits twelve

Going back where I started

As all the circles draw themselves

Circles draw themselves

Finding her was like finding a pearl in my old pocket

Not sure how she got lost

With bottles time is endless

I'm the wine circling in this glass, on and on

I hear the old story

When the lonely hour hits twelve

Going back where I started

As all the circles draw themselves

The circles draw themselves

I'm circling on

Circling on

Circling on

I'm circling on

Circling on

Circling on

Circling on

Circling on