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