EN
RU

Lyrics: The windmills of your mind (Sting)

About page: Lyrics: The windmills of your mind (Sting). Text: 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 a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like ...


create an account ¦ forgot


 Minus one catalog » S » Sting » The windmills of your mind
lyrics Sting - The windmills of your mind

The windmills of your mindStinglyrics
print


    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 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
    Like 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 YOU 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
    You were suddenly aware
    That the autumn leaves were turning
    To the colour 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
    Or 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 colour 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




+




© MinusOK.com 2007 | Site Map | Terms | Feedback
0.079