Turning Round



Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...

Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found.

Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
I thought I'd always dream of dying,
For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground.

Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round.

Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing,
I thought I'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around.

And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,
I thought I could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round.

Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh and dying, oh oh,
For dying it that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...
"Somebody has written in saying this seems so sad - well it is. It's about the circular pattern of life, a very complicated song, this. If you look at the lyrics - which I haven't done for ten years! - then you'll notice that a word in the last verse is also a word in the first verse; they do connect in a circular way. Also, the music is melodically circular, and the idea of it is that everything goes in a circle. You're born and you go to the grave - and you create that circle. It's just a little sad, melancholy look at life. I tried to get the lyrics to tie in with each other, and I think that anybody going into it will see where that circular motion comes from."
The Getaway Gazette, May 1987

Albums

"Turning Round" appears on the following albums:

Far Beyond These Castle Walls