Circled Round Again Songtext
von The Fulcrum

Black Hole, time stretching me thin, I′m brand new
Fresh Eyes, snow without tread, bounding into
Into

Come here my son, head up to the sky
Don't fear my child, they can′t snuff out your light
When all else falls apart, when all melts away
I'll never be too far if you need a place to stay

Come here my son, lift your head up high
Don't fear my child, they can′t snuff out your light
When all else falls apart, when all melts away
I′ll never be too far if you find yourself astray


Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Tread is wearing thin
Circled round again
Keep on going, crooked grin
How much more till I sink in
I'm all outa gin
I′m all outa gin

Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Tread is wearing thin
Circled round again
Keep on going, crooked grin
How much more till I sink in
I'm all outa gin
I′m all outa gin

Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
Getting smaller all the time
I'm all outa gin
I′m all outa gin