Windmills Of Your Mind-Marchio Bossa

歌手 : Marchio Bossa
专辑 : Italian Bossa Bar
语种 : 纯音乐
时长 : 03:57

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TXT Windmills Of Your Mind-Marchio Bossa 文本歌词

Windmills Of Your Mind - Marchio Bossa
Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel like a snowball down the 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 it's 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 it's own
Down the highway to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Of the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in the stream like a clock whose hands are
Sweeping
Past the minutes on it's 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 you said
Lovers walk along the shore
And leave their foot prints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in the hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
You were 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
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a
Song
Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they
Belong
When you knew that it was over you were 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