Moving in circles, in circles always
Stoop down, collect what’s passing my way
We’re acting like we’re strangers but we’ve met before
And something in your eyes tells me there must be more
There must be more
One thousand smiles have formed on these lips
Since you first kissed them so discretely
But distance cannot shade that summer in the cold
The night times were as dreamy as the days were warm
And they were warm
Moving in circles, in circles always
(Moving in circles, Moving in circles…)
Moving in circles, in circles always
(Moving in circles, Moving in circles…)
Moving in circles, in circles always
(Moving in circles, Moving in circles…)
Moving in circles, in circles always
(Moving in circles, Moving in circles…)
My mind is ripe, so come on, take me