Circulation

My friends never let me forget

They always fill in

The same old blanks

Lord knows how gossip is spread

When you’re hiding in my bed

Mile on mile

You’re the end and beginning

Fast midnights

Can be so unforgiving but

Daydreaming in my regret

We are closer than we’ve been

We lost touch and tune

But I got love for you

Hold me tight and cruel

I don’t care much for circulation

Circulation

Why don’t we run for the fence

To far-off lands

Where the sighs won’t blow

And we’ll let our bodies pretend

That we’re not cold in this snow

Trapped in between

Every skin every linen

Wrapped so tight

That it’s probably forbidden

I swear that wherever we bend

That I’ll still want you the most

We lost touch and tune

But I got my love for you

Hold me tight and cruel

I don’t care much for circulation

Circulation

We lost heart and hue

Blood will rush and rouge

And I’ll be as bright as you

I don’t need much

Circulation

Circulation

Circulation

Circulation

Circulation