The Windmills Of Your Mind (Remastered Version)歌词

作词 : Alan Bergman
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