Robert Pollard - In A Circle lyrics

The gra** was flat We all sat around in a circle The dirt was moist I moved a finger in a circle We all sat around in a circle I moved a finger in a circle We stand in a circle We move in a circle Timed, wounded and bruised like a logical bound Hands down In rutine exercise In inconstant reverie In makeshift comfort suites In nine o'clock meetings Papa's willow still weep Young hearts are all aflutter On wings of concrete Just like the man in the gutter Come to the width of our circle Stiff-arm your way to the middle We stand in a circle We move in a circle Timed, wounded and bruised like a logical bound Hands down In rutine exercise In inconstant reverie In makeshift comfort zones In nine o'clock meetings We stand in a circle We move in a circle Timed, wounded and bruised like a logical bound Hands down In rutine exercise In inconstant reverie In makeshift comfort suites In nine o'clock meetings We stand in a circle We move in a circle Timed, wounded and bruised like a logical bound Hands down In rutine exercise In inconstant reverie In makeshift comfort suites In nine o'clock meetings