friends have gone,
empty places remain.
everything changes,
but it stays the same.
styles of living,
are accepted then condemned…

I knew you,
a thousand years ago.
and before that,
one thousand more.
the ocean between us,
is the only thing that grows…
as the circle turns,
rhythms of change.
the circle turns,
but the pain is the same…
endings are beginnings
of endings of beginnings
and on and on and on and on,
the circle turns…
the circle it turns…

colors of light,
the silence of sound.
nothing’s gonna grow,
on barren ground.
the great illusion,
still holds you down…

dust to dust,
the trumpet finally blows.
the sky is on fire.
a million lost souls.
the ghost in the temple,
the only one that really knows.
and slowly he turns, and he screams out
“I told you so”…
as the circle turns,
rhythms of change.
the circle it turns,
but the pain is the same…
endings are beginnings
of the endings of beginnings
of the endings of beginnings
and on and on and on and on,
the circle it turns…
the circle it turns…

© Michael de Jong ® Dutch Uncle Music STEMRA 2006