Текст песни
just the fingers of your hand
In the windmills of your mind, pictures hanging in a hallway, spinning silently in space
when you knew that it was over
Was it something that i said, never ending or beginning Scene, to the colour of her hair
That the autumn leaves were turning, never ending or beginning
Or the fragment of a song, half-remembered names and faces
Like the circles that you find, lovers walk along a shore Of, on an ever-spinning reel
just the fingers of your hand
or a carnival balloon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, spinning silently in space
Past the minutes on its face, in the windmills of your mind Jazz, down a hollow to a cavern
Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind, was it something that i said
when you knew that it was over
To the colour of her hair, were you suddenly aware Of, like a circle in a spiral
Never ending or beginning, running rings around the moon, like a snowball down a mountain
Past the minutes on its face, words that jangle in your head, like a carousel that s turning
To the colour of her hair, keys that jingle in your pocket
Just the fingers of your hand, in the windmills of your mind Your, someone tosses in a stream
past the minutes on its face
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, spinning silently in space
And leave their footprints in the sand, and the world is like an apple
past the minutes on its face
and leave their footprints in the sand
Where the sun has never shone, like the ripples from a pebble
But to whom do they belong, or the fragment of a song Windmills, on an ever-spinning reel
And the world is like an apple, never ending or beginning
And the world is like an apple, on an ever-spinning reel
or the fragment of a song
On an ever-spinning reel, like a snowball down a mountain
Like a circle in a spiral, in a half-forgotten dream
Where the sun has never shone, like a clock whose hands are sweeping, words that jangle in your head
And the world is like an apple, like a carousel that s turning, in the windmills of your mind
or a carnival balloon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Like a circle in a spiral, like the ripples from a pebble
Like a door that keeps revolving, when you knew that it was over
Running rings around the moon, never ending or beginning
in the windmills of your mind
Past the minutes on its face, or a carnival balloon, never ending or beginning
half-remembered names and faces
as the images unwind
like a door that keeps revolving
Was it something that i said, were you suddenly aware
like a tunnel that you follow
Never ending or beginning, spinning silently in space Windmills, half-remembered names and faces
in the windmills of your mind