[Verse 1] The potter turns his patient wheel, The clay remembers shape and flame, A thousand forms have passed this way, Yet none can tell from whence they came. [Chorus] Round and round, The wheel keeps turning, Round and round, The vessel learns by burning. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Who fashioned us from dust and dream? Who breathed the spark beneath the skin? The wheel is silent as it spins, And leaves us wondering again. [Chorus] Round and round, The wheel keeps turning, Round and round, The vessel learns by burning. [Instrumental] [Bridge] A hand gives shape, the fire makes whole, The empty cup can hold the rain; What breaks away from what we were May bear a truer name. [Chorus] Round and round, The wheel keeps turning, Round and round, The vessel learns by burning. [Outro] The wheel keeps turning, The wheel keeps turning, And leaves us wondering again.
