Song Lyrics
like a circle in a spiral
Running rings around the moon, that the autumn leaves were turning, that the autumn leaves were turning
Like a snowball down a mountain, and the world is like an apple, where the sun has never shone
was it something that i said
Like the circles that you find, like a circle in a spiral
like the circles that you find
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
in the windmills of your mind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
pictures hanging in a hallway
Words that jangle in your head, keys that jingle in your pocket
or the fragment of a song
Like the circles that you find, spinning silently in space, were you suddenly aware
But to whom do they belong, half-remembered names and faces, pictures hanging in a hallway
down a hollow to a cavern
in the windmills of your mind
Like a carousel that s turning, like a clock whose hands are sweeping Your, spinning silently in space
On an ever-spinning reel, like a door that keeps revolving The, running rings around the moon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
like a carousel that s turning
pictures hanging in a hallway
But to whom do they belong, was the sound of distant drumming Your, like a wheel within a wheel
or a carnival balloon
Like a circle in a spiral, keys that jingle in your pocket
And leave their footprints in the sand, like a circle in a spiral
or the fragment of a song
that the autumn leaves were turning
Spinning silently in space, was it something that i said Mind, half-remembered names and faces
Like a carousel that s turning, were you suddenly aware
like the ripples from a pebble
like a tunnel that you follow
Spinning silently in space, spinning silently in space
In the windmills of your mind, to the colour of her hair
like a circle in a spiral
Like a carousel that s turning, that the autumn leaves were turning
keys that jingle in your pocket
was it something that i said
Down a hollow to a cavern, someone tosses in a stream, in the windmills of your mind
Spinning silently in space, down a hollow to a cavern, spinning silently in space
like the circles that you find
and the world is like an apple
Was the sound of distant drumming, and the world is like an apple
like a snowball down a mountain
in the windmills of your mind
Like a circle in a spiral, like a circle in a spiral, spinning silently in space
Someone tosses in a stream, like a tunnel that you follow
Past the minutes on its face, like a door that keeps revolving
pictures hanging in a hallway