Either side of a thin blue line
Is a collection of sattelites
Singing circles, singing words
That dont mean anything
But they keep me on orbit
And they keep me sure
Ooh, I can see you
Ooh, on a clear night

High up in a window
Your an astronaut, your amnesia
Your a joke
Fingertips against the windscreen
Your on your way, your 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

I can hear you, on a clear night I can see you
Singing circles away