Circles Songtext
von The Brother Brothers

I′m just a bag of bones, I've got no attitude on
I hit the jackpot, now you′ve got to fly away home
Cities they grow like the dust on the floor
We are just animals, ain't nothing more

Walking in circles, we go through the turnstiles
Over and over again


Got you some fancy clothes, plastic and fantastic now
Hand-to-mouth living's no way to get laid in this town
Love is like war when you can′t pick a side
I′ll show you my teeth if you show me your pride

Walking in circles, we go through the turnstiles
Over and over again

Ain't that the way
When you′re young, your back's straight as a line
On go the days
You grow tired and a crick in your spine
Time stretches slow like the skin on your hand
Placing for picking, the moments they stand out


Walking in circles, we go through the turnstiles
Over and over again