Circles - Thrice

We talk too much

We talk in circles

Till we’re all spinning 'round

Reaching for it, in this merry go round

The scenery spent

We call it progress

I’ve seen this all before

When all said is done,

We wake up on the floor

We set sail with no fixed star in sight

We drive by rail in candle light

We’re building towers, with no foundation.

We’re stacking stone on stone,

Whatever it takes

Mix our mortar with bones

True progress means, matching the world to

The vision in our heads

We always change

the vision instead.

We set sail with no fixed star in sight.

We drive by rail and candle light.