| [00:28.87] |
round like a circle in a spiral |
| [00:33.83] |
like a wheel within a wheel |
| [00:37.43] |
never ending or beginning |
| [00:40.80] |
on an ever spinning reel |
| [00:44.37] |
like a snowball down a mountain, |
| [00:47.89] |
or a carnival baloon |
| [00:51.44] |
like a carousel that's turning, |
| [00:54.94] |
running rings around the moon |
| [00:58.47] |
like a clock whose hands are sweeping, |
| [01:01.90] |
past the minutes of it's face |
| [01:05.61] |
and the world is like an apple, |
| [01:09.00] |
whirling silently in space |
| [01:12.56] |
like the circles that you find, |
| [01:16.08] |
in the windmills of your mind. |
| [01:33.42] |
like a tunnel that you follow |
| [01:37.47] |
to a tunnel of its own. |
| [01:41.04] |
down a hollow to a cavern |
| [01:44.41] |
where the sun has never shone |
| [01:48.06] |
like a door that keeps revolving |
| [01:51.59] |
in a half forgooten dream |
| [01:55.20] |
or the ripple from the pebble |
| [01:58.63] |
someone tosses in a stream |
| [02:02.25] |
like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [02:05.63] |
past the minutes of its face |
| [02:09.41] |
and the world is like an apple |
| [02:12.73] |
whirling silently in space |
| [02:16.44] |
like the circles that you find, |
| [02:20.13] |
in the windmills of your mind. |
| [02:37.25] |
keys that jungle in your rocket, |
| [02:41.01] |
words that jangle in your head. |
| [02:44.75] |
why did summer go so quickly? |
| [02:48.03] |
was it something that you said? |
| [02:51.84] |
lovers walk along the shore, |
| [02:55.17] |
and leave their foot prints in the sand. |
| [02:58.91] |
is the sound of distant drumming, |
| [03:02.18] |
just the fingers of your hand? |
| [03:06.09] |
pictures hanging in a hallway, |
| [03:09.79] |
and the fragment of a song |
| [03:13.30] |
half remembered names and faces, |
| [03:16.57] |
but to whom do they belong? |
| [03:20.19] |
when you knew that is was over, |
| [03:23.71] |
you were suddenly aware |
| [03:26.81] |
that the autumn leaves were turning |
| [03:30.78] |
to the colour of his hair. |
| [03:34.33] |
round like a circle in a spiral |
| [03:37.81] |
like a wheel within a wheel |
| [03:41.39] |
never ending or beginning |
| [03:44.54] |
on an ever spinning reel |
| [03:48.47] |
as the images unwind, |
| [03:51.92] |
like the circles that you find |
| [03:55.49] |
in the windmills of your mind. |
