Either side of a thin blue line Is a collection of sattelites Singing circles, singing words That dont mean anything But they keep me on orbit And they keep me sure Ooh, I can see you Ooh, on a clear night High up in a window Your an astronaut, your amnesia Your a joke Fingertips against the windscreen Your on your way, your on your way but you can't look at both sides Of the coin at the same time And you can't make up your mind yeah I can hear you, On a clear night I can see you Singing circles away Yeah, I'll blow you out of the sky If you won't get yourself down here I can hear you, on a clear night i can see you Singing circles away