either side of a thin blue line is a collection of satellites singing circles singing words that don't mean anything but they keep me in orbit and they keep me sure ooh, i can see you ooh, on a clear night high up in the window you're an astronaut you're amnesia, you're a joke fingertips against the windscreen you're on your way (x2) but you can't look at both sides of the coin at the same time and you can't make up your mind ooh, i can hear you on a clear night i can see you singing circles away yeah, i will blow you out of the sky if you won't get yourself down here yeah, i can hear you on a clear night i can see you singing circles away