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 the mountain Or
a carnival balloon Like
a carrousel that's turning Running
rings around the moon 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 Like
a tunnel that you follow To
a tunnel of its own Down
the highway to a cavern Where
the sun has never shone Like
a door that keeps revolving In
a half forgotten dream Of
the ripples from a pebble Someone
tosses in the stream (
repeat)** 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 And
leave their foot-prints 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 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 (
repeat)*As
the images unwind Like
the circles that you find In
the windmills of you mind
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 the mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carrousel that's turning Running rings around the moon 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 Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down the highway to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Of the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in the stream ( repeat)** 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 And leave their foot-prints 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 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 ( repeat)*As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of you mind Explain Request ×
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