Circles Thrice

[Verse 1]
We talk too much; We talk in circles
Till we’re all spinning round
Reaching for rings on this merry-go-round

The scenery spins; We call it progress
But I’ve seen this all before;
When all’s said and done, we’ll wake up on the floor

[Chorus]
We set sail with no fixed star in sight
We drive by braille and candlelight

[Verse 2]
We’re building towers with no foundations
Just stacking stone on stone
Whatever it takes - mix our mortar with bones

But true progress means matching the world to
The vision in our heads
But we always change the vision instead

[Chorus]
We set sail with no fixed star in sight
We drive by braille and candlelight