Echoes Round The Sun - Paul Weller
Is it strange is it weird
They come in search of truth
We must be on the spot there's only me and you
Echoes come and you were fine
All your thoughts are out of mine
It doesn't start it will not end
But how will we be moved
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Looks up and comes down
Floating through the void
Getting lost getting found
Is something we can use
It doesn't start it doesn't end
How will we be moved
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Echoes round the sun echoes round the sun
On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
Me and you on a spot
