well, it's been years since we carved our names
on a clock tower door before everything changed
we were big eyed boys
with a salt on our skin
and we'd throw our kites to the wind

and they fly on, and on and on and on
on and on and on and on
ohh and on and on and on

well its been years since we
whispered soft with the torch lights on and the
big light off
we were tired boys
with a soap on our skin and we'd fall asleep to the wind

and we'd dream on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on
ohh and on and on and on

cause we circles were cirlces you see
we go round and round the sun
in and out like the sea
ill circle around you
you will circle around me

and in the years when the torch light thins
and the clock tower gone
and the big light dims
we'll no longer be boys
we'll have lines on our skin
and we'll throw our dust to the wind