Going in circles, don't really know

Where I have come from, where I will go

You say that you love me, and maybe you do

There's nothing that matters or anything new

I've been through a million trips in the night

Living with shadows, looking for light

And passing the faces, how lonely they seem

Looking for traces of yesterdays dream

Going in circles, been here before

Never expected anything more

Might die tomorrow, I might go to Spain

Dumb to the sorrow, numb to the pain

Circles.

Going in circles.

Circles.