Figure of Eight — текст песни (David Mead)

Noon siesta floating off the radio

May has come to rescue central park

Watch the kids revive the sounds of mexico

It gives them a spark and something to breathe

The beauty of everything unseen



The figure of eight goes round

Leaves you alive where you started

Its good to be up when youre down

So what are you waiting for

If all of your past is now

The figure of eight, the figure of eight goes around



These are days you read about in magazines

These are times they used to call a book

Every option sitting here in front of me

Could give me a look, sweet on the vine

I take them back home and make them mine



The figure of eight goes round...



In a maze of broken dreams

It is all just what it seems

And a sweet, forgotten sound

Goes around



The figure of eight goes round...