The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley,
fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed,
over the ridge into the distances,
written on your ticket to remind you where to stop,
and when to get off.
The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley,
fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed,
over the ridge into the distances,
written on your ticket to remind you where to stop,
and when to get off.
