Round and Round

Fading light
It's coming on
Don't know what we're doing but we can't let go
If it feels right
Can't be wrong
Spinning out like Simon hearing angels' song

We've been falling up in graceful waist
Trying to find our way with lungs delayed
And this pleasure only burns our time
Moments forever said in secret shrines

Round and round and round and round and round we go
Round and round and round and round and round we go
(We're always pretending)

We fight our fame
It's come to fear
The ending gets close and then it disappears
The long wait, awesome in ease
Releases breathe, question all, I need it here

We will never be the same again
Why would we want to return as them?
We will never be the same again
So why would we want to return as them?

Round and round and round and round and round we go (is there an ending?)
Round and round and round and round and round we go (we're always pretending)
Round and round and round and round and round we go (is there an ending?)
Round and round and round and round and round we go (we're always pretending)

As soon as your eyes open, you wonder where they gone
And you see your mirror broken, your reflection weighs a ton
And you remember acting, for the glory of the moment
And the thought it made you thirsty, so you grab your cup and run
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past page one
Inject the true reflections, and the girl that promise peace
And she thought she wasn't worthy, of the never ending feast
So you got into worthless persons, where reality's virtual
Holla like a hologram, chill like a turtle
Now into the circle
Now into the circle
Now into the circle (now into the circle)
Now into the circle

So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past one
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past one (round and round and round and round and round we go)
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past one (round and round and round and round and round we go)
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past one