Find me a small place
Find me some quiet time
Find me my heartache
It'll all be the same to me
Centripetal force around my bed
Staying in motion and burning the notion of rest and sleep
To close your eyes and move a little less
Limitless, endless, perfect and clean
Back to the start, a circle that gleams
Bright in your eye and heart and veins
Circling back through your blood again
And it hangs on down, down over your head
Reeling back to the lives of the dead
Fighting on through its own day to kill itself again
I don't need to do much of anything at all
Don't need to say what I need to say
Tell me what I need to do and I'll give it
Too much thought
There's an infinite gray to the world
From a small spectrum of stardust
Countless fates entwine and shape us in the same way
Limitless, endless, perfect and clean
Back to the start, a circle that gleams
Bright in your eye and heart and veins
Circling back through your blood again
And it hangs on down, down over your head
Reeling back to the lives of the dead
Fighting on through its own day to kill itself again
Oh, and we may creep up our way through hell
And journey past the promised land
It may be hard to tell
Just where we should settle down
Oh, to me, it all looks the same
We can crawl through dirt and gold and yet
It all looks the same
We can't feel motion of the earth
We can't feel motion of the earth
We can't feel motion of the earth
Limitless, endless, perfect and clean
Back to the start, a circle that gleams
Bright in your eye and heart and veins
Circling back through your blood again
And it hangs on down, down over your head
Reeling back to the lives of the dead
Fighting on through its own day to kill itself again