Fresh Cut Flowers - Cycles

Terrible timing the drinks will flow
And all of the streets are made of stone
I give you a call but no one's home
So I find my own way back
And all of the hours the wrong way
The biting cold will numb the pain
And oh when it all comes down to me
There's something about this old routine

Turn round and round
Take on me more
The cycle goes
And we'll never be alone
And we'll always be here oh
Always on you, always on
And we'll always be here
Always on you, always

Turn on the car and I'll wretch on the floor
And all of the stars will spin some more
I'm bracing it all for the sound of your song
It's such a disdainful tune of pain
Terrified inside
Bide your time before you're gone
And all the lights go by
Spin in circles off the road

Turn round and round
Take on me more
The cycle goes
And we'll never be alone
And we'll always be here oh
Always on you, always on
And we'll always be here
Always on you, always

Written by:
Miles Meckling

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