My life is a wheel, my life is a wheel, my life is a wheel
I understand the sound it makes and how the ground beneath me shakes
As all the other carts and horses race among the stars

My life is a wheel, my life is wheel, my life is a wheel
And underneath the spinning drone I hear the voice of my old crone
Whose teeth are just a metaphor, like stones above my grave

My life is unreal, my life is unreal, my life is unreal
So what I think is very clear, except that there are others here
And all of us are weaving on this loom