Paroles de The circle

Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through the window
And i know golden june can turn an empty grey against your window
And i feel like i'm on the outside of a circle

If i walk by the trees i'll catch the falling leaves if the wind blows
And i know all this means is whiling on the hours watching side-shows
And i feel like i'm on the outside of a circle

Will i turn my coat to the rain but i don't know
I'm going somewhere i can warm my bones
Fare you well i'll carry me away
And sing for those i know upon their birthdays
And i feel like i'm on the outside
I won't feel like i'm on the outside