Paroles
Walk in lines, they form a circle
The destination is where you have been
Your three bells, one's outside
To realize, to be alive
The point where we begin and die
There is no separation
My three bells inside
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and
'Round and 'round
'Round ('round) and 'round
'Round ('round) and 'round
'Round ('round) and 'round
'Round ('round) and 'round
'Round
Fitting flatly, I place myself upon the wall
Holes appear, and from them, hooks, so I won't fall
Outlines form arrows, they stay straight and do not bend
They point at numbers
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
When I fall down, all I see
Numbers infinitely
So I say instead
"Goodbye to my head"
Goodbye to my head
Goodbye to my head
Goodbye to my head
Goodbye to my head
