White Revolving Circles - Helicopter Girl

You’re everything I’m not

Jesus with a suit on in strawberry, yeah

Jesus, MmmHmmm, you’re everything I’m not

For there’s no image in our orbit

And out of orbit there’s no image

But I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles

Mirrored on reflection

I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles

Picking up the pieces

For everything I’ve got

Won’t trade, it’s a new dawn in a strawberry, yeah

Jesus, MmmHmmm for everything I’ve got

No, there’s no image in our orbit

For out of orbit there’s no image

But I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles

Mirrored on reflection

I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles

Picking up the pieces

Of my life

So fesh that summer, that restaurant

That breathless neon brought a standstill

But I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles

Mirrored on reflection

I swear I’ve seen her in white revolving circles

Picking up the pieces

Of my life

Of my life