Circles in the Sand

A delicate, antiquated carousel organ sets a haunting mood, spinning slow at a ballad-like pace, The rhythm gently shifts to a 6/8 meter, creating an undulating, hypnotic lull, Sparse glockenspiel and muted accordion echo the melody, A soft, melancholic male voice floats on top

[Verse] The horses leap but go nowhere fast Painted smiles That never ask Round and round The same old song Each turn feels right Each turn feels wrong [Chorus] Circles in the sand Slipping through my hand Worlds unfold out there But I just stand Spinning on this island I can’t disband Circles in the sand My one-man band [Verse 2] Beyond the lights The world runs wild A tempest roars A jungle beguiled But here I sit A castaway king Crowned by a carousel’s hollow ring [Prechorus] I land - I land - I land - I land - I land Head in the sand - head in the sand [Chorus] Circles in the sand Slipping through my hand Worlds unfold out there But I just stand Spinning on this island I can’t disband Circles in the sand My one-man band [Bridge] What if I jumped What if I fell Would the world spin with me or break the spell Every turn feels like goodbye Yet here I stay Watching life fly by until I ....... [music box winds down and eventuallly stands still]

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