Moving in circles, in circles always Stoop down, collect what's passing my way We're acting like we're strangers but we've met before And something in your eyes tells me there must be more There must be more One thousand smiles have formed on these lips Since you first kissed them so discretely But distance cannot shade that summer in the cold The night times were as dreamy as the days were warm And they were warm Moving in circles, in circles always (Moving in circles, Moving in circles...) Moving in circles, in circles always (Moving in circles, Moving in circles...) Moving in circles, in circles always (Moving in circles, Moving in circles...) Moving in circles, in circles always (Moving in circles, Moving in circles...) My mind is ripe, so come on, take me