Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
You ll remember me when the westwind moves Upon the fields of Barley You ll forget the sun in his jealous ...
Ich trinke keinen Kaffee ich nehme Tee mein Schatz Ich mag meinen Toast nur auf einer Seite getoas...
Tausend Jahre und noch eintausend mehr Tausend mal tausend Tueren bis zur Ewigkeit Ich koennte tausend L...
Du wirst dich an mich erinnern wenn der Westwind weht ueber die Gerstefelder du wirst die Sonne in ihrem e...
Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier Tout peut s oublier Qui s enfuit deja Oublier le temps Des malentendus ...
Fragile Sting If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow s ...
Er gibt die Karten so als w rde er meditieren Und die mit denen er spielt ahnen es nicht Er spielt nich...
I don t drink coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on the side And you can hear it in my...
Ich sah heute raus ueber den Fluss Ich sah eine Stadt im Nebel und einen alten Kirchturm wo die Seemoewen s...
Die vielen Gedanken die du dir machst Mein Herz singt wie eine Brise des Aprils auf den Fluegeln de...
