White Revolving Circles

You’re everything I’m not
Jesus with a suit on in strawberry, yeah
Jesus, MmmHmmm, you’re everything I’m not
For there’s no image in our orbit
And out of orbit there’s no image
But I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles
Mirrored on reflection
I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles
Picking up the pieces
For everything I’ve got
Won’t trade, it’s a new dawn in a strawberry, yeah
Jesus, MmmHmmm for everything I’ve got
No, there’s no image in our orbit
For out of orbit there’s no image
But I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles
Mirrored on reflection
I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles
Picking up the pieces
Of my life
So fesh that summer, that restaurant
That breathless neon brought a standstill
But I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles
Mirrored on reflection
I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles
Picking up the pieces
Of my life
Of my life