The Windmills of Your Mind (Theme from the Thomas Crown Affair) Lyrics

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

Spinning 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
Spinning 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 I 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
Were you 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