Broughton

Talking; one way is an interrogation, Make it two ways
You've got a conversation But three ways makes for a
Controntahon Ain't that rich? Because the odd number
Makes for separation And separation leads to
Fragmentation And before too long you're back to the
First situation, Ain't that a bitch? It's spinning me round
And round It's like losing your way in a crowd, Losing
Your way . . . losing your way

(Chorus)
I feel we're moving in circles
Ot which we have no undersv nding
Weaving spirals but leaving no trace
I can't get used to the strange eerie feeling
Ot moving in circles
I can't wipe the smile off my face
Changing; one way is by revolution
When it seems the only to way to change the constitution
It takes too long for natural evolution
Ain't that rich?
(Before too long there's retribution, it's all part of the institution)
But it seems like a case of plain substitution
When self-delusion leads to persecution
And before too long you're back to the first solution
Ain't that a bitch?
It's spinning me round and round
It's like losing your way in a crowd
Losing your way . . . losing your way

(Chorus)
I feel we're moving in circles
Ot which we have no understanding

Weaving spirals but leaving no trace
I can't get used to the strange eerie feeling
Of moving in circles
I can't wipe the smile off my face