Circle Dream

[ buck/drew/gustafson/augustyniak/merchant ]


[ percussion: paulinho da costa ]

I dreamed of a circle, i dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle i had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.

I dreamed of a circle, i dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear, i was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.

I dreamed of a circle, i dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness," calling me "dear."
But i whispered, "no, i can't rest here."

I dreamed of a circle, i dreamed of a circle round.