Alper Tuzcu

Lost in the streets with columns
walked til we saw the sun shining on the windows
arches open perspectives
as the drinks fade away slowly from my mind

I hear the old story
when the lonely hour hits twelve
going back where i started
as all the circles draw themselves
circles draw themselves

Finding her was like finding a pearl in my old pocket
not sure how she got lost
with bottles time is endless
im the wine circling in this glass, on and on

I hear the old story
when the lonely hour hits twelve
going back where i started
as all the circles draw themselves
the circles draw themselves

Im circling on
circling on
circling on
im circling on

Circling on
circling on
circling on
circling on