Lyrics
never ending or beginning
But to whom do they belong, as the images unwind, just the fingers of your hand
Past the minutes on its face, and the world is like an apple Vic, keys that jingle in your pocket
Like a wheel within a wheel, like a circle in a spiral Your, never ending or beginning
like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind, to the colour of her hair
or a carnival balloon
spinning silently in space
spinning silently in space
Were you suddenly aware, or the fragment of a song
Like the circles that you find, that the autumn leaves were turning
In the windmills of your mind, or a carnival balloon, spinning silently in space
To a tunnel of its own, in a half-forgotten dream Damone, someone tosses in a stream
in the windmills of your mind
To a tunnel of its own, past the minutes on its face, past the minutes on its face
Why did summer go so quickly, like a clock whose hands are sweeping, spinning silently in space
That the autumn leaves were turning, and leave their footprints in the sand
Like a snowball down a mountain, to a tunnel of its own
in a half-forgotten dream
Never ending or beginning, that the autumn leaves were turning
Spinning silently in space, like a snowball down a mountain, lovers walk along a shore
like a wheel within a wheel
Like a tunnel that you follow, and the world is like an apple
like the circles that you find
And the world is like an apple, past the minutes on its face, like the circles that you find
Like a snowball down a mountain, lovers walk along a shore Mind, in a half-forgotten dream
When you knew that it was over, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
That the autumn leaves were turning, running rings around the moon
But to whom do they belong, like a wheel within a wheel
As the images unwind, and the world is like an apple
To the colour of her hair, like the circles that you find of, when you knew that it was over
in a half-forgotten dream
like a wheel within a wheel
In the windmills of your mind, never ending or beginning
Were you suddenly aware, spinning silently in space, like a wheel within a wheel
half-remembered names and faces
Running rings around the moon, or a carnival balloon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
and leave their footprints in the sand
Down a hollow to a cavern, in the windmills of your mind Damone, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Never ending or beginning, pictures hanging in a hallway
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
in a half-forgotten dream
Was it something that i said, past the minutes on its face
Spinning silently in space, in the windmills of your mind
Like the ripples from a pebble, to the colour of her hair, when you knew that it was over
In the windmills of your mind, in the windmills of your mind
As the images unwind, like a clock whose hands are sweeping, like a circle in a spiral
like a door that keeps revolving
Like a tunnel that you follow, when you knew that it was over
Like a door that keeps revolving, was the sound of distant drumming, like a door that keeps revolving
were you suddenly aware
In a half-forgotten dream, that the autumn leaves were turning, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
never ending or beginning
In the windmills of your mind, as the images unwind