Spoken: I'm very relaxed. I'm terribly calm and tranquil.
I'm very very relaxed indeed -- on the outside,
but on the inside...
I'm like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
I'm never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
Just like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jingle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Then that the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
The Muppets - Windmills of Your Mind Lyrics
The Muppets - Windmills of Your Mind Lyrics
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Spoken: I'm very relaxed. I'm terribly calm and tranquil.
I'm very very relaxed indeed -- on the outside,
but on the inside...
I'm like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
I'm never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
Just like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jingle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Then that the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
I'm very very relaxed indeed -- on the outside,
but on the inside...
I'm like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
I'm never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
Just like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jingle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Then that the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,