Interpret:

Tina Arena

Album:

Songs Of Love & Loss

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/Spinning 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/I said?

Lovers walk along a shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Is/Was the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And/or 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 you suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color 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!