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 on 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 on 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 jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her 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 circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

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 it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her 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

Words & Music by Alan & Marilyn Bergman & Michel Legrand
Recorded by Dusty Springfield, 1969
Theme from "The Thomas Crown Affair," 1968

Kingdom of fear
Deserted land
No road leads home
Can't see the end

Lost my soul, now I am just a stranger inside myself
I fear the voices in my head

Unbeliever!
Saint and sinner
Self-deceiver
Growing grimmer
Your true enemy's inside yourself, a demon,
Your darkened faith…
Unbeliever!

Mastered by fear
By pain and hate
I'm bound to see
My looming fate

Through the gates, to my soul, a desert is all I see
There's no way leading back to me

Unbeliever!
Saint and sinner
Self-deceiver
Growing grimmer
Your true enemy's inside yourself, a demon,
Your darkened faith…
Unbeliever!

You searched the road to lead you home
The Nine Circles you must roam
Are you a tourist in this hell?
Your deep but darkened soul is tearing you apart
It's whispering to you
In the valley of your heart

Unbeliever!
Saint and sinner
Self-deceiver
Growing grimmer
Your true enemy's inside yourself, a demon,
Your darkened faith…
Unbeliever!

You're the enemy inside yourself, your demon
Accept your fate!
Unbeliever!

(Gregorian, Unbeliever - Album "The Dark Side")

Where do I take this pain of mine?
I run, but it stays right by my side

So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps

Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once and now it stays
Now it stays

So tear me open but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me until I'm clean

It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps

So tell me why you've chosen me
Don't want your grip,
don't want your greed
Don't want it

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me until it sleeps

It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, holds you,
holds you until it sleeps

I don't want it

So tear me open but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me till I'm clean

I'll tear me open,
make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shapes me
So hold me until it sleeps
Until it sleeps

(Metallica, Until It Sleeps)