Circles - Mars Red Sky

Face it, there’s no one around

We can’t make a sound, let’s cancel

Sheep laugh at the wolves at the door

Roaming the floor in circles

I’m done playing a part

Faking a start, a miracle

We’re gone starting a fight

Call it a night and cancel

Lost plane confusing clouds with the foam

Ghost train finally taking me home

Fake it, we’re getting along

Running around in circles

Name it, you’re calling the shot

I’ll stick to my spot, all vertical

We’re told everything’s under control

But I’m cold, finally here on a roll

Face it, there’s no one around

We can’t make a sound, let’s cancel

No more slamming the door

Dying to score and night calls

We’re told everything’s under control

But I’m cold, finally here on a roll

Lost plane confusing clouds with the foam

Ghost train finally taking me home