Moving In Circles

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

I feel we're moving in circles,

Of 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

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