Round like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
like a s*****ll down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
twirling silently in s***e
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to cavern
where the sun has never shone
like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream
like the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
twirling silently in s***e
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore
leave their footprints in the sand
is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in the hallway
and the fragment of a song
half remembered names and face
but to whom do they belong?
Once you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the colour of her hair.
Round,like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beghinning
on an ever-spinning reel
as images unwind....
Like the circle that you find
in the windmills of your mind
in the windmills of your mind
in the windmills of your mind
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever-spinning reel
like a s*****ll down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
twirling silently in s***e
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to cavern
where the sun has never shone
like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream
like the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
twirling silently in s***e
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore
leave their footprints in the sand
is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in the hallway
and the fragment of a song
half remembered names and face
but to whom do they belong?
Once you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the colour of her hair.
Round,like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beghinning
on an ever-spinning reel
as images unwind....
Like the circle that you find
in the windmills of your mind
in the windmills of your mind
in the windmills of your mind