Circles (acoustic) by Passenger
It's been years
Since we carved our names
On a clocktower door
Before everything changed
We were big eyed boys
With the salt on our skin
and we'd throw our kites to the wind
And they'd fly on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
It's been years
Since we whispered soft
With the torch light on
And the big light off
We were tired boys
With the soap on our skin
And we'd fall asleep in the wind
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