Our love is nothing but a circle,
a repeated cycle
of hidden passions and subtle attraction.
The line drawn in the sand
meant to separate lovers and friends,
we’ve crossed it,
drew a new,
and we’ve crossed it again.
We end where we begin.
We begin where we end.
And we’ve crossed it again,
drew a new,
we’ve crossed it.
Meant to separate lovers and friends,
the line drawn in the sand.
The hidden passions and subtle attraction,
a repeated cycle;
Our love is nothing but a circle.