Circles - Kae Tempest, Mike Skinner

I’m in a mess, I can’t help it

I just go round and round

I’m paranoid, I’m selfish

Push me, I clam up, I’m shellfish

We had a dream, I shelved it

That eats me up, that’s Elvis

Las Vegas era

I’m half bag lady, half Bagheera

I got my hand on my heart

But my heart’s in the gutter

Talking to itself, starting to flutter

When it thinks about yours

Barking at mutts like a nutter

Trying to start wars on the bus

Dumb chunk of muscle with its claws out

Throwing its oars out the dinghy in the middle of a gale

Making whirlpools the way I chase my tail

I go round in circles

Not graceful, not like dancers

Not neatly, not like compass and pencil

More like a dog on a lead, going mental

I go round in circles

Not graceful, not like dancers

Not neatly, not like compass and pencil

More like a dog on a lead, going mental

I’m in a corner saying nothing

Sitting in a pub with my eyes closed

Swaying to a power ballad

Shredding tears at the high notes

My hands are frozen, I forgot my gloves

My heart is broken, I don’t want no love

Love just rots your guts

If you’re the type to feel what you touch

No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup

My heart is open, all I want is love

Love will prop you up

If you’re the type to feel what you touch

No wait, my hands are frozen, I ain’t got no gloves

My heart is broken, I don’t want no love

Love will rot your guts

If you’re the type to feel what you touch

No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup

My heart is open, all I want is love

Love will prop you up

If you’re the type to feel what you touch

I go round in circles

Not graceful, not like dancers

Not neatly, not like compass and pencil

More like a dog on a lead, going mental

I go round in circles

Not graceful, not like dancers

Not neatly, not like compass and pencil

More like a dog on a lead, going mental

I go round, elliptical

Watch me orbit this

I keep repeating myself

There must be more than this

I don’t know why I can’t change

There ain’t no groundhogs here

There’s just me in my garden

Howling at the moon when it’s round and clear

Kick a fag box and you might find it’s got some in it

I love that

Just when I think something’s ending

The beginning comes back

Get away with a child travelcard on the bus

I love that

Just when I think something’s ending

The beginning comes back

See something great

Happen to a mate

I love that

Just when I think something’s ending

The beginning comes back

Get a kiss when you feel like shit

That’s so good, I love that

Just when I think something’s ending

The beginning comes back

More like a dog on a lead