White Revolving Circles

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