Circa Songtext
von Mike Wexler

If when the fire should subside
The fascination of the eye
You took to turning in a circle
Swollen-eyed of time
As if the world were nothing but
What could be held in mind
If when reality resolved
Into a pictorial history resolved You took to turning in a circle
Swollen-eyed of time
As if the world were nothing but
What could be held in mind
As if to leave this world behind
Turn the circle to its face
And neither fire nor river in its place