The Whirlings

the rushing whirling wind over and over again
as beginning eats the end
I guess I'll see you soon, Friend

the rushing whirling wind
round and round we spin
I'm with you without end
I guess I'll see you soon, Friend

you stop the whirling wind that spins in my head
as beginning eats its end
I feel like I'm with you without end
as beginning eats its end I'll be with you again