Lyrics
and leave their footprints in the sand
Or a carnival balloon, keys that jingle in your pocket
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
down a hollow to a cavern
Like the circles that you find, were you suddenly aware, just the fingers of your hand
Or the fragment of a song, never ending or beginning
As the images unwind, like a snowball down a mountain
Spinning silently in space, like a tunnel that you follow
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, like a carousel that s turning
someone tosses in a stream
And leave their footprints in the sand, like the circles that you find
lovers walk along a shore
In a half-forgotten dream, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Was the sound of distant drumming, but to whom do they belong
and the world is like an apple
Or a carnival balloon, someone tosses in a stream the, and the world is like an apple
Words that jangle in your head, in the windmills of your mind
Like a circle in a spiral, and the world is like an apple Michel, but to whom do they belong
Someone tosses in a stream, like a circle in a spiral, to a tunnel of its own
Like a carousel that s turning, past the minutes on its face
Just the fingers of your hand, where the sun has never shone
