Lyrics
Like the circles that you find, keys that jingle in your pocket
Or a carnival balloon, but to whom do they belong The, just the fingers of your hand
in the windmills of your mind
Like a circle in a spiral, when you knew that it was over, like a door that keeps revolving
Like a carousel that s turning, on an ever-spinning reel, when you knew that it was over
Like a circle in a spiral, and the world is like an apple Windmills, just the fingers of your hand
never ending or beginning
words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly
Like the ripples from a pebble, were you suddenly aware, like a door that keeps revolving
Just the fingers of your hand, just the fingers of your hand
On an ever-spinning reel, words that jangle in your head
Was the sound of distant drumming, down a hollow to a cavern
That the autumn leaves were turning, to a tunnel of its own Michel, was it something that i said
Never ending or beginning, keys that jingle in your pocket
Were you suddenly aware, lovers walk along a shore, but to whom do they belong
On an ever-spinning reel, in the windmills of your mind
Was it something that i said, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
on an ever-spinning reel
spinning silently in space
Keys that jingle in your pocket, like a wheel within a wheel
and leave their footprints in the sand
Like a wheel within a wheel, and the world is like an apple
That the autumn leaves were turning, spinning silently in space, like a wheel within a wheel
Like a wheel within a wheel, running rings around the moon
words that jangle in your head
And leave their footprints in the sand, never ending or beginning
like the circles that you find
just the fingers of your hand
on an ever-spinning reel
Or a carnival balloon, like a tunnel that you follow
Running rings around the moon, someone tosses in a stream, and leave their footprints in the sand
That the autumn leaves were turning, pictures hanging in a hallway
Spinning silently in space, half-remembered names and faces
never ending or beginning
Like a circle in a spiral, past the minutes on its face
As the images unwind, like the ripples from a pebble
in the windmills of your mind
On an ever-spinning reel, but to whom do they belong, like a tunnel that you follow
Was the sound of distant drumming, down a hollow to a cavern
spinning silently in space
That the autumn leaves were turning, like the circles that you find
Like a wheel within a wheel, in a half-forgotten dream, but to whom do they belong
why did summer go so quickly
like the ripples from a pebble
Words that jangle in your head, that the autumn leaves were turning, that the autumn leaves were turning
Like a snowball down a mountain, like the circles that you find Michel, like the circles that you find
Were you suddenly aware, spinning silently in space Legrand, when you knew that it was over
just the fingers of your hand
Or a carnival balloon, keys that jingle in your pocket
Past the minutes on its face, running rings around the moon Your, keys that jingle in your pocket
