My friends never let me forget
They always fill in the same old blanks
Lord knows how gossip is spread
When you're hiding in my bed
Mile on mile you're the end and beginning
Fast midnights can be so unforgiving but
Daydreaming in my regret
We are closer than we've been
We lost touch and tune
But I got love for you
Hold me tight and cruel
I don't care much for circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Why don't we run for the fence
To far-off lands where the sighs won't blow
And we'll let our bodies pretend
That we're not cold in this snow
Trapped in between
Every skin every linen
Wrapped so tight
That it's probably forbidden
I swear that wherever we bend
That I'll still want you the most
We lost touch and tune
But I got my love for you
Hold me tight and cruel
I don't care much for circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
We lost heart and hue
Blood will rush and rouge
And I'll be as bright as you
I don't need much (yeah)
Circula-
Circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Circulation (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
