Here I go again, in ever tighter circles
I'm moving in my friend, moving like a vulture
I must do this on my own
'cause mining blood from a stone makes you ache and moan

So I'll lay low & watch this grow up through the stoney ground
I'll lay low & blow by blow I take them on

So it's gonna take some time, but time will be on my side
With these pistons in my heart, it will surely, slowly come apart
Yeah it's getting clearer now, and down-size on confusion
Well it's just pollution

So I'll lay low & watch this grow up through the stoney ground
I'll lay low & blow by blow I take them on