Arranger：Khiew Sin San
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 BALOON
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 SPAC
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 FORGOOTEN DREAM
OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE 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 JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET , WORDS THAT JANGLE IN YOUR HEAD .
WHY DID SUMMER GO SO QUICKLY ? WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID ?
LOVERS WALK ALONG THE SHORE,AND LEAVE THEIR FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND.
IS THE SOUND OF DISTANT DRUMMING , JUST THE FINGERS OF YOUR HAND ?
PICTURES HANGING IN A HALLWAY , AND THE FRAGMENT OF A SONG
HALF REMEMBERED NAMES AND FACES , BUT TO WHOM DO THEY BELONG ?
WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IS WAS OVER , YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE
THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING TO THE COLOUR OF HIS 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 .