Swear to God, I could do this thing backwards, by heart, in my sleep

Run a hundred miles anywhere else, end up right at your feet

I had this nightmare, three times in a row

Where I'm stood in your hallway, door bolted closed

Woke up angry at you and the world, then I'd call that same morning

But isn't it crazy how little you've changed?

I'm a whole other person, you're exactly the same

And I shouldn't be here but couldn't refuse

It's almost like clockwork, it's just what we do

Oh I keep going round and round and round then

Back to you

Send a place and the time, you know I'd drop it all say the word

To look you dead in the eyes and pretend we're still making it work

We know that we're not but I have this feeling most mornings, post-dream

Where I kind of just lie there trying to fall back to sleep

I hate myself 'cause I know that it's you, not the dream, that I'm chasing

Oh

But isn't it stupid how little it takes?

In a whole other country then I'm with you again

And I'm making it big time, you've got nothing to lose

I'd be almost embarrassed if I weren't so confused

Oh I keep going round and round and round then

Back to you

I keep going round and round and round then

Back to you

Oh I keep going round and round and round then

Back to you

Oh I keep going round and round and round then

You