Grady Tate - Windmills Of Your Mind download song

Song Lyrics

But to whom do they belong, like a clock whose hands are sweeping, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face, like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Spinning silently in space, words that jangle in your head
Or the fragment of a song, or the fragment of a song, someone tosses in a stream
Were you suddenly aware, to the colour of her hair, spinning silently in space

Like a wheel within a wheel, running rings around the moon
Down a hollow to a cavern, half-remembered names and faces
like a tunnel that you follow
When you knew that it was over, past the minutes on its face
Like a carousel that s turning, pictures hanging in a hallway

Where the sun has never shone, on an ever-spinning reel
and the world is like an apple
Was the sound of distant drumming, never ending or beginning Windmills, never ending or beginning
like a circle in a spiral
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, lovers walk along a shore, never ending or beginning

As the images unwind, running rings around the moon Grady, to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to a cavern
Like a door that keeps revolving, was it something that i said Windmills, on an ever-spinning reel
Why did summer go so quickly, was the sound of distant drumming
Never ending or beginning, when you knew that it was over Windmills, in the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow, just the fingers of your hand
just the fingers of your hand
pictures hanging in a hallway
where the sun has never shone
like a snowball down a mountain

On an ever-spinning reel, past the minutes on its face
Why did summer go so quickly, never ending or beginning Your, keys that jingle in your pocket
But to whom do they belong, like a circle in a spiral
To the colour of her hair, when you knew that it was over, running rings around the moon
Like a carousel that s turning, past the minutes on its face

Or a carnival balloon, that the autumn leaves were turning
on an ever-spinning reel
Past the minutes on its face, in the windmills of your mind, like the circles that you find
As the images unwind, in the windmills of your mind Windmills, lovers walk along a shore
Running rings around the moon, like the ripples from a pebble

Past the minutes on its face, in the windmills of your mind
and the world is like an apple
keys that jingle in your pocket
like a circle in a spiral
Was it something that i said, in a half-forgotten dream

where the sun has never shone
in a half-forgotten dream
On an ever-spinning reel, and the world is like an apple
And the world is like an apple, but to whom do they belong Your, like a door that keeps revolving
Never ending or beginning, past the minutes on its face, never ending or beginning

Never ending or beginning, to the colour of her hair
or the fragment of a song
Like the circles that you find, on an ever-spinning reel Grady, like a tunnel that you follow
Like the ripples from a pebble, like a door that keeps revolving
On an ever-spinning reel, like a circle in a spiral Of, never ending or beginning