Saturday afternoon
The sunshine pours like wine
Through your window
But i know that golden june can turn an empty grey
gainst your window
And i feel like
I'm on the outside of a circle
And if i walk by the trees
I catch the falling leaves
If the wind blows
But i know that all this means
Is whiling on the hours
Watching side-shows
And i feel like
I'm on the outside of a circle
Will i turn my coat to the rain
I don't know
But i'm going somewhere
I can warm my bones
Fare you well
I'll carry me away
And sing to those i know
Upon their birthdays
I won't feel like like i'm on the outside...
I won't feel like like i'm on the outside...
I won't feel like like i'm on the outside of a circle
