Cyclone (BRIGHT)

We seem to spin in circles
In around about all day
Like tumbling weed
We're up in the air
Blown in the wind We go everywhere
Like Ginger Rogers and Fred Aster
Doing it but without the flair
And the wind has got me
Cradled in their arms
Cradled in their arms

Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind
Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind

There's a blue blue angel
See him singing in the sky
There's a blue blue angel
Just singing a song

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh

Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind
Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind

Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind
Throw me, toss me, roll me past cloud nine
Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind
Throw me, toss me, roll me past cloud nine
Spinning like a cyclone but I don't mind