Woke up to the sound of furniture moving
Ran down the stairs to see what all the commotion was
And low and behold, you're leaving
I could do anything I wanna do
To try and forget, but what good would it do
'Cause every time I look at the floor
I think of you when I see
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop, crop circles
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop, crop circles
Seems at this point I've got a cliche heart
It's been used more times than I can count
And I may sail the seven seas
I may cross a thousand lands
But all I'll do is wonder about
About what could've happened
If I'd done something different
Was there anything else on earth I could've said
There's no point going back to bed
There's no point in lifting my head
I'll just lie down on the floor
And lie on these
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop, crop circles
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop, crop circles
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop, crop circles
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop circles in the carpet
Crop, crop circles