Circle Song Songtext
von The Blinders

I′m thinking
I'm thinking some
How the hero
Always dies young
And if not for his own gun
He got caught on the funny
Bone
You know I feel so alone
And in all my dreams
I see a thousand futures grow
How I wish to find my way back home
On my own Accord
You know the pen is the sword
And if not for Bowie
Who′d know about the Norfolk Broads
How I wish to find my own Sweet Lord


Maybe abroad
Daylight
Ah, when'd it turn daylight
How long have I been going
Around in these circles tonight Perhaps I flew too close to the light

I'm quiet
Cause I don′t waste words
Where lies the secret
You ask
It flies with the birds
Forever doomed to sing unheard
I thought
I thought I could be
The one that flew the nest
The one that could be free
But more wrong I could not be
Because l′m thinking
I'm thinking some
How all of my heroes
Always die young