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