| Just another day on the circle line, losing myself as I follow signs, | |
| Beneath the surface underground I keep my feelings deep inside. | |
| Just another face in another crowd, taking my place wihtout a sound, | |
| I follow strangers blindly through towards the so familiar doors. | |
| Just another day. | |
| I always depart but I never arrive, never a moment passes by when I feel | |
| I'm not treading water in a sea of drifting souls | |
| No way out, there's no escape, running blind and running scared | |
| And the cctv cameras track my movements in the maze, | |
| 9 to 5's the only time I try to kid myself that I'm still alive, | |
| That I'm living out the dream to earn my freedom from this rat race | |
| Where all I do's survive, I live the lie, I serve my time. | |
| The cicrle line. | |
| Just another day, just another day, just another day, | |
| Just another day, just another day, just another day on the circle line. | |
| The circle line, on the circle line. | |
| Navigator, need a navigator, a navigator, need a navigator | |
| The circle line. |