Capsize in the summertime
you got the best of mine
and we’re off
it’s an echo parade
I gave you a wooden box
covered in polkadots
did it fit?
did it give it away?
What dreams may come
in camera lenses looking on
I’ve seen those
faces in the photos on your wall
But it gets so hard to tell
whether we’ve been here before
when the road is curved ahead
like a cartoon rubber floor
So let’s slip and slide
and sleep together again once more
Yeah it’s a circle affair
it’s a circle affair for sure