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