Misty Circles (7" Version)

An aggressive nature does not make the weaker man a gladiator

Inside this misty circle

Well, here's looking at you

And all your schemes are undone

And you just can't pull my ideas down

Well, take a good look within

And this is no place for me

Oh, I just can't get my ideas down

They won't come down, down, down, down

Look at this mess we're in

Oh Lord, I do declare

I've got rusted guitar strings, man

Balled up around my hair

And lately these days

I'm in so many empty spaces

I'm transfixed

I see these ugly faces

They pull me down, down, down, down

Down

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

My heads in the clouds, yeah, I get misty

Just holding your hand

What can you do, when you don't seem to fit?

You fall to bits inside, all because of it

Blame it on some massive lack of confidence

Three years from now, where will I be?

Who will be behind me, pulling me down, down, down, down

Well, I'm curious about how I got to be wrapped around

The lines on someone's hand

Won't you tell me realistically