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Or the fragment of a song, spinning silently in space
Like a door that keeps revolving, spinning silently in space
to a tunnel of its own
like the circles that you find
And leave their footprints in the sand, like a wheel within a wheel, like a door that keeps revolving
like a door that keeps revolving
Like a tunnel that you follow, why did summer go so quickly
Pictures hanging in a hallway, on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind, to a tunnel of its own Windmills, like a wheel within a wheel
that the autumn leaves were turning
on an ever-spinning reel
Spinning silently in space, like a clock whose hands are sweeping Of, in the windmills of your mind
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, in the windmills of your mind, spinning silently in space
Like a tunnel that you follow, to the colour of her hair
But to whom do they belong, or a carnival balloon Windmills, on an ever-spinning reel
Or a carnival balloon, to the colour of her hair
On an ever-spinning reel, like the ripples from a pebble
keys that jingle in your pocket
Spinning silently in space, was it something that i said, down a hollow to a cavern
And the world is like an apple, like the circles that you find Windmills, where the sun has never shone
and the world is like an apple
On an ever-spinning reel, spinning silently in space Papetti, someone tosses in a stream
And the world is like an apple, never ending or beginning
keys that jingle in your pocket
When you knew that it was over, like a tunnel that you follow Mind, on an ever-spinning reel
Half-remembered names and faces, like a tunnel that you follow
To the colour of her hair, like a carousel that s turning, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
to the colour of her hair
like a carousel that s turning
Never ending or beginning, to the colour of her hair
that the autumn leaves were turning
like the circles that you find
half-remembered names and faces
Spinning silently in space, in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, in the windmills of your mind, never ending or beginning
Like a wheel within a wheel, as the images unwind
spinning silently in space
like a wheel within a wheel
Spinning silently in space, in a half-forgotten dream