Alba s touto skladbou:
Dusty in Memphis,
Songs Of Love & Loss,
Paprsky / Múzy - Kolekce Heleny Vondráčkové 9,
Isle of Helena,
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 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.
Like the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of it's face
and the world is like an apple
whirling silently in a 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 walk along the shore,
leave their footprints in the sand.
Is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of the song,
half remembered names and faces,
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over,
you suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of her hair.
Round
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!
In the windmills of your mind!
In the windmills of your mind!
