(Good evening everybody. Choir have a new album out, it's called "Flap Your Wings". Please welcome my good friends, The Choir)
Imagine one perfect circle above the stratosphere,
Where lovers hide away, and children cheer because the ground has melted where the devil stood,
Never mind the carnival in your old neighbourhood.
Come on, let's ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide.
Around my neck, against my heart, I wear a wooden cross,
And sometimes I remember what freedom cost,
Shake off your golden shackles - children of time no more,
Consider now the crimson crown the man of sorrows wore.
Come on, let's ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide,
The circle slide, the circle slide.
Around my neck, against my heart, I wear a wooden cross,
Sometimes I remember what freedom cost,
Shake off your golden shackles - children of time no more,
Consider now the crimson crown the man of sorrows wore.
Come on, let's ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide,
Everybody ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide,
The circle slide, the circle slide.
