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

Ooh, i can see you

Ooh, on a clear night

High up in the window

You're an astronaut

You're amnesia, you're a joke

Fingertips against the windscreen

You're on your way (x2)

But you can't look at both sides of the coin at the same time

And you can't make up your mind

Ooh, i can hear you

On a clear night

I can see you

Singing circles away

Yeah, i will blow you out of the sky

If you won't get yourself down here

Yeah, i can hear you

On a clear night

I can see you

Singing circles away