When I find my way out of the circle
Would you be my wife?
Misery loves company and
My baby loves me right
My honey flows through endless vessels
Void of light and sound
If you want to make a perfect circle
You just go round and round and round and round and round
The circles flown, the trees been planted
And a new page is torn
I'm gonna pack my bags to see my baby
The first thing in the morn