Windmills Of My Mind

Windmills Of My Mind

歌手:Susan Wong

所属专辑:511

发行时间:2009-05-25

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[00:00.25]Like a circle in a spiral

[00:04.41]Like a wheel within a wheel

[00:10.56]Never ending or beginning

[00:14.00]On an ever-spinning wheel

[00:19.26]Like a snowball down a mountain

[00:22.47]Or a carnival balloon

[00:27.39]Like a carousel that's turning

[00:30.91]Running rings around the moon

[00:36.54]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

[00:40.02]Past the minutes of its face

[00:45.15]And the world is like an apple

[00:47.79]Whirling silently in space

[00:53.14]Like the circles that you find

[00:58.71]In the windmills of your mind

[01:09.50]Like a tunnel that you follow

[01:12.79]To a tunnel of its own

[01:18.00]Down a hollow to a cavern

[01:21.38]Where the sun has never shone

[01:26.63]Like a door that keeps revolving

[01:30.12]In a half-forgotten dream

[01:35.07]Or the ripples from a pebble

[01:38.52]Someone tosses in a stream

[01:43.74]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

[01:47.22]Past the minutes of its face

[01:52.38]And the world is like an apple

[01:55.59]Whirling silently in space

[02:00.94]Like the circles that you find

[02:04.44]In the windmills of your mind

[02:12.77]Keys that jingle in your pocket

[02:16.17]Words that jangle in your head

[02:21.23]Why did summer go so quickly

[02:24.71]Was it something that I said

[02:29.91]Lovers walking along a shore

[02:33.42]'N leave their footprints in the sand

[02:38.51]Was the sound of distant drumming

[02:42.03]Just the fingers of your hand

[02:47.26]Pictures hanging in a hallway

[02:50.52]And the fragment of a song

[02:55.84]Half-remembered names and faces

[02:59.27]But to whom do they belong

[03:04.03]Like the circles that you find

[03:07.98]In the windmills of your mind

Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever-spinning wheel

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 of 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 of 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 walking along a shore

'N leave their footprints in the sand

Was the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And the fragment of a song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

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