Besedila: John Waite. Encircled.

In these days of wild roses
I held a compass in my hand
I had three wishes for a future
That I won't need to understand

And I've got holly green on blood red
Manhattan Christmas on my arm
My soul ain't worth saving
Feels like I've lost my lucky charm

And I've been living in the gutter
I've been loaded like a gun
I've been sliding down the mountain
And it feels like kingdom come

And I'm always fighting windmills
Have to take it as it comes

See I'm
I'm encircled
I am

If you want me, tell me
'Cause I can't play this game much longer
Feels a lot like oblivion
This feeling just keeps getting stronger

And I've been living in the gutter
Without American express
Heroes changing horses midstream
I'm detached, I'm second-guessed

Won't you please come back and get me
My whole world is in a mess

See I'm
I'm encircled
This time I am
I'm encircled
In these days of wild roses
I'm encircled, yeah

And I've been living in the gutter
I've been loaded like a gun
I've been sliding down the mountain
And it feels like kingdom come

And I'm always fighting windmills
Have to take it as it comes

See I'm encircled
This time I am
I'm encircled
I am
In these days of wild roses