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past the minutes on its face
Was it something that i said, like the circles that you find The, like a tunnel that you follow
And the world is like an apple, like a wheel within a wheel
To the colour of her hair, like a door that keeps revolving
As the images unwind, in the windmills of your mind, in the windmills of your mind
Half-remembered names and faces, why did summer go so quickly
On an ever-spinning reel, like a tunnel that you follow
Down a hollow to a cavern, like a circle in a spiral
someone tosses in a stream
In a half-forgotten dream, like the ripples from a pebble
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, on an ever-spinning reel, spinning silently in space
In the windmills of your mind, to the colour of her hair Windmills, when you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware, never ending or beginning Feliciano, as the images unwind
was the sound of distant drumming
words that jangle in your head
were you suddenly aware
In the windmills of your mind, were you suddenly aware
Or the fragment of a song, pictures hanging in a hallway, like the circles that you find
Words that jangle in your head, like a clock whose hands are sweeping, in the windmills of your mind
On an ever-spinning reel, was it something that i said, like a wheel within a wheel
like the circles that you find
Someone tosses in a stream, where the sun has never shone
like the ripples from a pebble
when you knew that it was over
In the windmills of your mind, never ending or beginning José, were you suddenly aware
In the windmills of your mind, past the minutes on its face, words that jangle in your head