Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball 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 Rolling silently in space
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 a 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 Rolling silently in space
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 a hallway In the fragment of this song Half-remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over In the autumn of goodbyes For a moment you could not recall The color of his eyes
Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
