Saturday afternoon

The sunshine pours like wine

Through your window

But i know that golden june can turn an empty grey

'gainst your window

And i feel like

I'm on the outside of a circle



And if i walk by the trees

I catch the falling leaves

If the wind blows

But i know that all this means

Is whiling on the hours

Watching side-shows



And i feel like







I'm on the outside of a circle



Will i turn my coat to the rain

I don't know

But i'm going somewhere

I can warm my bones



Fare you well

I'll carry me away

And sing to those i know

Upon their birthdays



I won't feel like like i'm on the outside...

I won't feel like like i'm on the outside...

I won't feel like like i'm on the outside of a circle