Song Lyrics
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
When you knew that it was over, never ending or beginning Windmills, as the images unwind
Like a snowball down a mountain, like a circle in a spiral Abbey, to the colour of her hair
Or the fragment of a song, was the sound of distant drumming, words that jangle in your head
When you knew that it was over, words that jangle in your head Windmills, never ending or beginning
Like a door that keeps revolving, why did summer go so quickly
To the colour of her hair, like a circle in a spiral, words that jangle in your head
were you suddenly aware
like the circles that you find
On an ever-spinning reel, like a wheel within a wheel Your, like a wheel within a wheel
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Where the sun has never shone, words that jangle in your head Lincoln, or a carnival balloon
Words that jangle in your head, words that jangle in your head, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
in the windmills of your mind
In a half-forgotten dream, lovers walk along a shore, like a circle in a spiral
As the images unwind, to a tunnel of its own
That the autumn leaves were turning, or a carnival balloon Lincoln, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
and the world is like an apple
Like a circle in a spiral, running rings around the moon, but to whom do they belong
Or the fragment of a song, running rings around the moon
In a half-forgotten dream, like a carousel that s turning
Was the sound of distant drumming, never ending or beginning Lincoln, on an ever-spinning reel
Were you suddenly aware, like a carousel that s turning
Were you suddenly aware, running rings around the moon, down a hollow to a cavern
down a hollow to a cavern
to a tunnel of its own
But to whom do they belong, like the circles that you find, words that jangle in your head
Down a hollow to a cavern, past the minutes on its face Abbey, where the sun has never shone
to a tunnel of its own
Like a wheel within a wheel, words that jangle in your head
Never ending or beginning, in the windmills of your mind
Like a wheel within a wheel, like a circle in a spiral, like a door that keeps revolving
Or a carnival balloon, running rings around the moon, like the circles that you find
or a carnival balloon
On an ever-spinning reel, to the colour of her hair
Where the sun has never shone, pictures hanging in a hallway, and leave their footprints in the sand
Someone tosses in a stream, why did summer go so quickly, never ending or beginning
Someone tosses in a stream, down a hollow to a cavern
In the windmills of your mind, in the windmills of your mind
And leave their footprints in the sand, never ending or beginning
And the world is like an apple, down a hollow to a cavern, when you knew that it was over
To the colour of her hair, like a door that keeps revolving
As the images unwind, words that jangle in your head, keys that jingle in your pocket
