Sting - Windmills Of Your Mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
on an ever spinning wheel.
Like a snowball down a mountain,
or a carnaval balloon.
Like a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on it's face.
And the world is like an apple
whirling 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 it's own.
Down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream.
Or the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on it's face.
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space.
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.

Keys that jingle in your pocket,
words that jangle your head.
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that you said ?
Lovers walking along the shore,
leave their footprints in the sand.
Was the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand ?

Pictures hanging in a hallway
and a fragment of this 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 color of her hair.

Like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
on an ever spinning wheel.
As the images unwind,
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.

Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of this 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 color of her hair.

Like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
on an ever spinning wheel.
As the images unwind,
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.