White Revolving Circles

You're everything I'm not Jesus with a suit on in strawberry, yeah Jesus, MmmHmmm, you're everything I'm not For there's no image in our orbit And out of orbit there's no image But I swear I've seen her in white revolving circles Mirrored on reflection I swear I've seen her in white revolving circles Picking up the pieces For everything I've got Won't trade, it's a new dawn in a strawberry, yeah Jesus, MmmHmmm for everything I've got No, there's no image in our orbit For out of orbit there's no image But I swear I've seen her in white revolving circles Mirrored on reflection I swear I've seen her in white revolving circles Picking up the pieces Of my life So fesh that summer, that restaurant That breathless neon brought a standstill But I swear I've seen her in white revolving circles Mirrored on reflection I swear I've seen her in white revolving circles Picking up the pieces Of my life Of my life