Either side of a thin blue line
Is a collection of sattelites
Spinning circles, singing words
That dont mean anything
But they keep me on orbit
And they keep me sure
I can see you, on a clear night
Singing circles away
High up in the window
Your an astronaut, your amnesia
Your a joke
Fingertips against the windscreen
Your on your way, your on your way
but you cant look on both sides
Of the corner at the same time
And you cant make up your mind
yeah I can hear you, on a clear night i can see you
Singing circles away
Yeah, I'll blow you out of the sky
If you wont get yourself down here
I can hear you, on a clear night i can see you
Singing circles away