it's been years since we carved our names
on a clocktower door before everything changed
we were big eyed boys with the salt on our skin and we'd throw our kites to the wind
* and they'd fly on and on and on and on on and on and on and on
on and on and on and on
it's been years since we whispered soft
with the torch light on and the big light off
we were tired boys with the soap on our skin and we'd fall asleep to the wind
cos we're circles we're circles you see we go round round the sun
in and out like the sea i'll circle round you you will circle round me
and in years when the torch light thins
and the clock tower's gone and the big light dims
we'll no longer be boys we'll have lines on our skin
and they'll throw our dust to the wind
