Circle Line

From the top of the hill I can see the glow
of a miniature world, sketched out on the snow
So fast in one direction, you'd kind of think I'd know
where I'm coming from and where I'm gonna go.

Around 10,000 feet a cotton batton shawl
shrouds this oval eyes' circuit board of shopping malls.
Somewhere down below it seems there's some excuse to stall
and I'm not sleeping, I'm just closing my eyes,
no, not the same at all...

(Chorus)
Big plane rolls out
and the next one rolls in.
Did they call out my name?
I was dreaming again,
so sure that i had the time to wander...
My number comes up while my shades are pulled down.
I'm dragging my string for something to ground me
cause I'm dying to get off this circle
off this circle line.

From the ocean of stars stretched over the sea
I would sing you a song if you'd sing one back to me
but I cut the cables, thinking that would make me free
and now I'm all tangled up in who I used to be.

Now there's nothing to hear but that whining, grinding sound
Though I'm up in the air, I may as well be underground,
clattering through the stations hoping mine will come around
or somebody will sweep my skeleton off to the lost and found...

(Chorus)

...and in the morning you're somewhere else,
the sun's too bright and you hate youself
for finding a way
to paint it grey
or piss it away again...

Just a couple of hours 'till this sleeper ship arrives
and the coffee goes 'round and everyone revives,
zipping up their laptop bags
and running for their lives
in this desperate race that we've all contrived.

But this time around, I can hear you call
saying "Come to the edge, I won't let you fall."
So take all my excuses, boys, and line 'em 'gainst the wall,
'cause I'm ready to step out of that door
and walk on down the hall...

(chorus)

(Sept 2002 by Colin Halyk)
(For Vickie the Graymouser)

Colin: lead and harmony vocals, guitars, baritone guitar, shaker egg, piano, organ
Mark: bass
Malcolm: drums

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