Either side of a thin blue line Is a collection of satellites Singing circles, singing words That don't mean anything But they keep me in orbit And they keep me sure Oooh, I can see you Oooh, on a clear night High up in a window You're an astronaut, you're amnesia You're a joke Fingertips against the windscreen You're on your way, you're on your way But you can't look at both sides Of the coin at the same time And you can't make up your mind Yeah I can hear you, On a clear night I can see you Singing circles away Yeah, I'll blow you out of the sky If you won't get yourself down here Oh get yourself down here Yeah I can hear you, on a clear night I can see you Singing circles away