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 b**ch
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
Ot which we have no understanding
Weaving spirals but leaving no trace
I can't get used to the strange eerie feeling
Ot 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 b**ch
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
Ot 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
No no
I feel we're moving in circles
Ot 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
No I can't wipe the smile off my face
Just moving in circles
Ot 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
