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Windmills of your mind

( Supposed to be on the Thomas Crown Affair OST, but rejected ! )

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own
Down a hallow to a cavern where the sun has never shown
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgetton dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past minutes of his face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space

Like the circles you'll 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 is something that you said
Lovers walk along a shore
Leaving footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant trouble
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a soul
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew and it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of his hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On a ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles you'll find
In the windmills of your min
Windmills of your mind      ( Supposed to be on the Thomas Crown Affair OST, but rejected ! )      Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own   Down a hallow to a cavern where the sun has never shown   Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgetton dream   Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream   Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past minutes of his face   And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space      Like the circles you'll 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 is something that you said   Lovers walk along a shore   Leaving footprints in the sand   Is the sound of distant trouble   Just the fingers of your hand   Pictures hanging in a hallway   And the fragment of a soul   Half-remembered names and faces   But to whom do they belong   When you knew and it was over   You were suddenly aware   That the autumn leaves were turning   To the color of his hair      Like a circle in a spiral   Like a wheel within a wheel   Never ending or beginning   On a ever spinning reel   As the images unwind   Like the circles you'll find   In the windmills of your min