He's going to kill himself round like a circle in a spiral

He's going to kill us all like a wheel within a wheel

He's in on it never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

The house is bugged like a snowball down a mountain

We can't speak or a carnival balloon

I'm a pagan like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon

But I'm a bit Jewish like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

Ma's a bit Jewish and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

She's always had that Jewish look about her like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

If you leave I'll die like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

We'll all die down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

Don't leave like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream

Are they in on it or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

The only thing he wouldn't do is be in the orgy like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face 

The only thing he wouldn't do is penetration and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

Do you think he has a sex addiction like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind?

I've had enough keys that jingle in your pocket

I can't take it any more words that jangle in your head

I know you went over on your phone bill why did summer go so quickly?

You didn't go to her fucking birthday was it something that you said?

They all meet behind there lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand

I've worked it all out is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

No one else knows pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

Please believe me half remembered names and faces

No one believes me but to whom do they belong?

Don't touch me when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware

Don't fucking touch me that the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair

You two just sit there and watch a film like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Where are your phones never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel?

Bin your phones now as the images unwind, like the circles that you find in

He will do what that man did in that film with the windmills of your mind

He'll end it all keys that jingle in your pocket

Why do you need the toilet words that jangle in your head?

I know you're a part of it when did summer go so quickly?

You’re going to leave me was it something that you said?

Don't leave me lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand

That bastard is too smart for us is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

They’re going to come and kill us now pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

Lock the door half remembered names and faces

Lock the fucking door but to whom do they belong?

Get off me when you knew that it was over in the autumn of good-byes

Shh shh shh for a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes

Don't bring them round like a circle in a spiral

He goes every fucking night never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

Why must he go as the images unwind

God bless us all like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind 

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