Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circles, artist - Kae TempestDate of issue: 19.10.2014
Song language: English
Circles |
| I’m in a mess, I can’t help it |
| I just go round and round |
| I’m paranoid, I’m selfish |
| Push me, I clam up, I’m shellfish |
| We had a dream, I shelved it |
| That eats me up, that’s Elvis |
| Las Vegas era |
| I’m half bag lady, half Bagheera |
| I got my hand on my heart |
| But my heart’s in the gutter |
| Talking to itself, starting to flutter |
| When it thinks about yours |
| Barking at mutts like a nutter |
| Trying to start wars on the bus |
| Dumb chunk of muscle with its claws out |
| Throwing its oars out the dinghy in the middle of a gale |
| Making whirlpools the way I chase my tail |
| I go round in circles |
| Not graceful, not like dancers |
| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
| More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
| I go round in circles |
| Not graceful, not like dancers |
| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
| More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
| I’m in a corner saying nothing |
| Sitting in a pub with my eyes closed |
| Swaying to a power ballad |
| Shredding tears at the high notes |
| My hands are frozen, I forgot my gloves |
| My heart is broken, I don’t want no love |
| Love just rots your guts |
| If you’re the type to feel what you touch |
| No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup |
| My heart is open, all I want is love |
| Love will prop you up |
| If you’re the type to feel what you touch |
| No wait, my hands are frozen, I ain’t got no gloves |
| My heart is broken, I don’t want no love |
| Love will rot your guts |
| If you’re the type to feel what you touch |
| No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup |
| My heart is open, all I want is love |
| Love will prop you up |
| If you’re the type to feel what you touch |
| I go round in circles |
| Not graceful, not like dancers |
| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
| More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
| I go round in circles |
| Not graceful, not like dancers |
| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
| More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
| I go round, elliptical |
| Watch me orbit this |
| I keep repeating myself |
| There must be more than this |
| I don’t know why I can’t change |
| There ain’t no groundhogs here |
| There’s just me in my garden |
| Howling at the moon when it’s round and clear |
| Kick a fag box and you might find it’s got some in it |
| I love that |
| Just when I think something’s ending |
| The beginning comes back |
| Get away with a child travelcard on the bus |
| I love that |
| Just when I think something’s ending |
| The beginning comes back |
| See something great |
| Happen to a mate |
| I love that |
| Just when I think something’s ending |
| The beginning comes back |
| Get a kiss when you feel like shit |
| That’s so good, I love that |
| Just when I think something’s ending |
| The beginning comes back |
| More like a dog on a lead |