Paroles de Circle Song
I’m thinkingI’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 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 I’m thinking
I’m thinking some
How all of my heroes
Always die young
