The Bomb Circle by The Plague Monkeys Lyrics

To spill a cup and not to cry
To wind a watch and watch time fly
To cast a line and reel it home
To find in time what Americans call closure

So much easy talk
So much attitude
Such a lack of thought and values too
The fuse that blows the ring of explosives

To face the fire and not to flinch
To meet an eye and not to blink
To raise the mind to greater heights
To find in time what Americans call closure

The ring of explosives
(What) Americans call closure