The Unknown is Searching the Unfound - Morning

Turning around

Circles in outer space

That’s were it all began…

We’re reaching certain movements

We’ve never been so close before

Watching eachother passing by

While following, following, following

Moving too fast, once we’ll get stuck

Moving in circles, just call it bad luck

Try to keep out, this is the danger zone

It seems to be a frozen summer

We’ll be melting down?

No don’t worry, it won’t hurt

It’ll take a while before

We’ll cut ourselves back into the ground

Turning around in circles.

I won’t!

Oh we are turning around, turning around, turning around in circles…