Circles

Staring out the window

Looking at the sun

Birds fly high in the glare

Slowly the morning comes

Never knew the reasons

Why this cannot end

Trapped with inner feelings

You´re the chosen one

Angel of mercy

Descend from your clouds

Come save the lost souls

I believe him now

No rhyme or reason

Why this all must end

Fly high Jacob

Spread your wings again

Circles in the sun

Ooooooooh

Circles in the sun