Lost in the streets with columns Walked 'til we saw the sun shining on the windows Arches open perspectives As the drinks fade away slowly from my mind I hear the old story When the lonely hour hits twelve Going back where I started As all the circles draw themselves Circles draw themselves Finding her was like finding a pearl in my old pocket Not sure how she got lost With bottles time is endless I'm the wine circling in this glass, on and on I hear the old story When the lonely hour hits twelve Going back where I started As all the circles draw themselves The circles draw themselves I'm circling on Circling on Circling on I'm circling on Circling on Circling on Circling on Circling on