Circle Dream

(Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant)
 (percussion: Paulinho Da Costa)
 I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
 And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
 A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
 I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
 And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
 Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.
 But at every turn my way was sealed.
 I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
 And in that circle was a face.
 Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
 Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness", calling me "dear."
 But I whispered, "No, I can't rest here."
 I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.