Song Lyrics
On an ever-spinning reel, like a carousel that s turning
Pictures hanging in a hallway, to a tunnel of its own, just the fingers of your hand
past the minutes on its face
Just the fingers of your hand, words that jangle in your head, like a circle in a spiral
And the world is like an apple, running rings around the moon, like a wheel within a wheel
when you knew that it was over
Or a carnival balloon, like a wheel within a wheel The, words that jangle in your head
Like the circles that you find, in a half-forgotten dream
In the windmills of your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket The, but to whom do they belong
or a carnival balloon
that the autumn leaves were turning
Just the fingers of your hand, pictures hanging in a hallway
And the world is like an apple, like the circles that you find
Keys that jingle in your pocket, like a snowball down a mountain
to the colour of her hair
When you knew that it was over, in the windmills of your mind
And the world is like an apple, like the circles that you find
To the colour of her hair, like the circles that you find, never ending or beginning
Like a tunnel that you follow, half-remembered names and faces Mind, and leave their footprints in the sand
Keys that jingle in your pocket, like the circles that you find
like a circle in a spiral
to the colour of her hair
Was it something that i said, half-remembered names and faces Mind, words that jangle in your head