作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
The first circle comes around | |
You don't want to leave her side | |
You're staying in and don't go out | |
You're having such a perfect time | |
You make your bed and you lie in it | |
And time is precious every minute | |
The next circle comes around | |
And so domestic you become | |
In your matching dressing gowns | |
You think your life time's just begun | |
You cut the cake but just the one slice | |
You're crawling back all through the night | |
Love circles up above | |
It waits until your love | |
Breaks down and weeps | |
Then it's out of your reach | |
Love circles up above | |
It waits for your love | |
Down on the floor | |
Then you're there in its claws | |
Love circles up above | |
The last circle comes around | |
You're making plans to fill your days | |
You're always wanting to stay out late | |
And you can feel love start to fade | |
You fall asleep or read a book | |
The phone goes back upon the hook | |
When i lay awake at night | |
And love can't be found | |
The first circle's on my mind | |
It goes round and round and round and round |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
The first circle comes around | |
You don' t want to leave her side | |
You' re staying in and don' t go out | |
You' re having such a perfect time | |
You make your bed and you lie in it | |
And time is precious every minute | |
The next circle comes around | |
And so domestic you become | |
In your matching dressing gowns | |
You think your life time' s just begun | |
You cut the cake but just the one slice | |
You' re crawling back all through the night | |
Love circles up above | |
It waits until your love | |
Breaks down and weeps | |
Then it' s out of your reach | |
Love circles up above | |
It waits for your love | |
Down on the floor | |
Then you' re there in its claws | |
Love circles up above | |
The last circle comes around | |
You' re making plans to fill your days | |
You' re always wanting to stay out late | |
And you can feel love start to fade | |
You fall asleep or read a book | |
The phone goes back upon the hook | |
When i lay awake at night | |
And love can' t be found | |
The first circle' s on my mind | |
It goes round and round and round and round |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
The first circle comes around | |
You don' t want to leave her side | |
You' re staying in and don' t go out | |
You' re having such a perfect time | |
You make your bed and you lie in it | |
And time is precious every minute | |
The next circle comes around | |
And so domestic you become | |
In your matching dressing gowns | |
You think your life time' s just begun | |
You cut the cake but just the one slice | |
You' re crawling back all through the night | |
Love circles up above | |
It waits until your love | |
Breaks down and weeps | |
Then it' s out of your reach | |
Love circles up above | |
It waits for your love | |
Down on the floor | |
Then you' re there in its claws | |
Love circles up above | |
The last circle comes around | |
You' re making plans to fill your days | |
You' re always wanting to stay out late | |
And you can feel love start to fade | |
You fall asleep or read a book | |
The phone goes back upon the hook | |
When i lay awake at night | |
And love can' t be found | |
The first circle' s on my mind | |
It goes round and round and round and round |