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 Whirling 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, Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream, Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face. And the world is like an apple Whirling 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 a shore And leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway Or the fragments of a song Half-remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over You were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair 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 mind ~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
