LRC歌词
Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its 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 its 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 of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Of the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of his hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
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 reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its 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 its 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 of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Of the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of his hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
文本歌词
Round like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning On an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnival balloonLike a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moonLike a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an apple Whirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you find In the windmills of your mindLike a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its ownDown a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a streamLike a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an apple Whirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you find In the windmills of your mindKeys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your headWhy did summer go so quicklyWas it something that you said?Lovers walking along a shore And leave their footprints in the sandIs the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand?Pictures hanging in a hallway Of the fragment of a songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belong?When you knew that it was over You were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turning To the colour of his hairLike a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning On an ever spinning reelAs the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind
