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