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  • The Windmills of Your Mind
    Round like a circle in a spiral
    Like a wheel within a wheel
    Never ending on beginning
    On an ever-spinning reel
    Like a snowball down a mountain
    Or a carnival balloon
    Like a carousel that's turning
    Running rings around the moon
    Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
    Past the minutes on its face
    And the world is like an apple
    Whirling silently in space
    Like the circles that you find
    In the windmills of your mind

    Like a tunnel that you follow
    To a tunnel of its own
    Down a hollow to a cavern
    Where the sun has never shone
    Like a door that keeps revolving
    In a half-forgotten dream
    Or the ripples from a pebble
    Someone tosses in a stream
    Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
    Past the minutes on its face
    And the world is like an apple
    Whirling silently in space
    Like the circles that you find

    In the windmills of your mind

    Keys that jingle in your pocket
    Words that jangle in your head
    Why did summer go so quickly?
    Was it something that I said?
    Lovers walk along a shore
    And leave their footprints in the sand
    Was the sound of distant drumming
    Just the fingers of your hand?
    Pictures hanging in a hallway
    Or the fragment of a song
    Half-remembered names and faces
    But to whom do they belong?
    When you knew that it was over
    Were you suddenly aware
    That the autumn leaves were turning

    To the color of her hair?

    Like a circle in a spiral
    Like a wheel within a wheel
    Never ending or beginning

    On an ever-spinning reel
    As the images unwind
    Like the circles that you find
    In the windmills of your mind
  • [00:00.03]The Windmills of Your Mind
    [00:01.66]Round like a circle in a spiral
    [00:08.03]Like a wheel within a wheel
    [00:12.60]Never ending on beginning
    [00:15.29]On an ever-spinning reel
    [00:19.98]Like a snowball down a mountain
    [00:23.17]Or a carnival balloon
    [00:26.73]Like a carousel that's turning
    [00:29.92]Running rings around the moon
    [00:35.05]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
    [00:37.80]Past the minutes on its face
    [00:42.23]And the world is like an apple
    [00:45.28]Whirling silently in space
    [00:50.60]Like the circles that you find
    [00:56.67]In the windmills of your mind
    [01:03.17]
    [01:04.72]Like a tunnel that you follow
    [01:07.79]To a tunnel of its own
    [01:11.73]Down a hollow to a cavern
    [01:14.11]Where the sun has never shone
    [01:18.86]Like a door that keeps revolving
    [01:21.36]In a half-forgotten dream
    [01:24.86]Or the ripples from a pebble
    [01:27.81]Someone tosses in a stream
    [01:31.93]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
    [01:34.87]Past the minutes on its face
    [01:38.80]And the world is like an apple
    [01:42.12]Whirling silently in space
    [01:47.68]Like the circles that you find
    [01:52.06]
    [01:52.87]In the windmills of your mind
    [01:58.53]
    [01:59.22]Keys that jingle in your pocket
    [02:01.35]Words that jangle in your head
    [02:03.86]Why did summer go so quickly?
    [02:05.91]Was it something that I said?
    [02:08.86]Lovers walk along a shore
    [02:11.30]And leave their footprints in the sand
    [02:14.61]Was the sound of distant drumming
    [02:16.80]Just the fingers of your hand?
    [02:20.74]Pictures hanging in a hallway
    [02:23.30]Or the fragment of a song
    [02:27.18]Half-remembered names and faces
    [02:30.37]But to whom do they belong?
    [02:33.81]When you knew that it was over
    [02:36.49]Were you suddenly aware
    [02:40.18]That the autumn leaves were turning
    [02:43.93]
    [02:45.65]To the color of her hair?
    [02:50.52]
    [02:52.40]Like a circle in a spiral
    [02:56.03]Like a wheel within a wheel
    [03:00.78]Never ending or beginning
    [03:02.10]
    [03:03.38]On an ever-spinning reel
    [03:10.26]As the images unwind
    [03:16.70]Like the circles that you find
    [03:23.59]In the windmills of your mind