Circles کے بول

Going round in circles Directions all messed up I go to ground on a bottle of wine And drown myself in the flood My frozen toes are beginning to melt And think I'm catching a cold Got oil on my feathers and I can't fly I gotta get back to your love I'm a clown without a circus There's no-one to see my act I can dance and sing and stand on my head Nodbody knows where I'm at My frozen toes are beginning to melt I think I'm catching a cold Got oil on my feathers and I can't fly I gotta get back to your love My days are long and lonely And I feel so insecure There ain't nothing funny I'm losing you honey I can't laugh anymore Old chang surely told me Not to mess with what you got But I went stomping all over your head Like a bull in a china shop