Lyrics
and the world is like an apple
as the images unwind
was it something that i said
Like the ripples from a pebble, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
On an ever-spinning reel, never ending or beginning, never ending or beginning
Like a door that keeps revolving, never ending or beginning Lincoln, like the circles that you find
Words that jangle in your head, words that jangle in your head, never ending or beginning
Half-remembered names and faces, were you suddenly aware
Like a wheel within a wheel, like a wheel within a wheel
And the world is like an apple, or a carnival balloon
like the circles that you find
never ending or beginning
Spinning silently in space, or a carnival balloon
Never ending or beginning, like a clock whose hands are sweeping Mind, or the fragment of a song
Like the circles that you find, like a carousel that s turning
Like a carousel that s turning, to a tunnel of its own, in the windmills of your mind
When you knew that it was over, past the minutes on its face
To a tunnel of its own, past the minutes on its face, on an ever-spinning reel
Like a door that keeps revolving, like the circles that you find Lincoln, like a tunnel that you follow
keys that jingle in your pocket
why did summer go so quickly