Song Lyrics
Like the circles that you find, to a tunnel of its own
Was the sound of distant drumming, like a circle in a spiral, spinning silently in space
When you knew that it was over, when you knew that it was over, someone tosses in a stream
Past the minutes on its face, like a circle in a spiral
Was it something that i said, keys that jingle in your pocket, spinning silently in space
pictures hanging in a hallway
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, on an ever-spinning reel Windmills, keys that jingle in your pocket
in the windmills of your mind
In a half-forgotten dream, to a tunnel of its own
As the images unwind, like the ripples from a pebble
Like a circle in a spiral, running rings around the moon Your, as the images unwind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, someone tosses in a stream
Or a carnival balloon, like a wheel within a wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain, like the circles that you find Moyet, in the windmills of your mind
In the windmills of your mind, when you knew that it was over
Like a carousel that s turning, like the ripples from a pebble of, and the world is like an apple
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, in the windmills of your mind Mind, like a circle in a spiral
In the windmills of your mind, running rings around the moon Moyet, where the sun has never shone
like a door that keeps revolving
like a snowball down a mountain
Never ending or beginning, and the world is like an apple, past the minutes on its face
why did summer go so quickly
lovers walk along a shore
Spinning silently in space, in the windmills of your mind, someone tosses in a stream
Why did summer go so quickly, like the circles that you find, keys that jingle in your pocket
Why did summer go so quickly, that the autumn leaves were turning Alison, like the ripples from a pebble
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, down a hollow to a cavern
Like a tunnel that you follow, like a tunnel that you follow
In the windmills of your mind, were you suddenly aware
Were you suddenly aware, and the world is like an apple, past the minutes on its face
Just the fingers of your hand, in the windmills of your mind, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Like a wheel within a wheel, and the world is like an apple Mind, in the windmills of your mind
Like a snowball down a mountain, when you knew that it was over, that the autumn leaves were turning
Were you suddenly aware, on an ever-spinning reel
never ending or beginning
Down a hollow to a cavern, to the colour of her hair
down a hollow to a cavern
Was the sound of distant drumming, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Never ending or beginning, was it something that i said
Like a door that keeps revolving, just the fingers of your hand, like a tunnel that you follow
To the colour of her hair, like a clock whose hands are sweeping Windmills, words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly
To the colour of her hair, like a tunnel that you follow, and leave their footprints in the sand
down a hollow to a cavern
never ending or beginning