The Windmills Of Your Mind - Alison Moyet chords

Key: Am Singer/Band: Alison Moyet
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Capo 1
Verse 1.
Round, like a circle in a Amspiral, like a wheel within a E7wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning Amreel
Like a snowball down a A7mountain or a carnival Dm7balloon
Like a carousel that’s G7turning, running rings around the Cmaj7moon
Like a clock whose hands are Fmaj7sweeping, past the minutes of its
Dm6face
And the world is like an E7apple, whirling silently in D#dimspace
Like the circles that you E7find, in the windmills of your Ammind
Verse 2.
Like a tunnel that you Amfollow, to a tunnel of its E7own
Down a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never Amshone
Like a door that keeps A7revolving, in a half-forgotten Dm7dream
Or the ripples from a G7pebble, someone tosses in a Cmaj7stream
Like a clock whose hands are Fmaj7sweeping, past the minutes of its
Dm6face
And the world is like an E7apple, whirling silently in D#dimspace
Like the circles that you E7find, in the windmills of your Ammind
Verse 3.
Keys that jingle in your Ampocket, words that jangle in your Dm7head
Why did summer go so G7quickly? Was it something that you Cmaj7said?
Lovers walk along the C7shore, and leave their footprints in the Fmaj7sand
Is the sound of distant B7drumming, just the fingers of your Emhand?
Pictures hanging in a A7hallway, and the fragment of a Dmsong
Half-remembered names and G7faces, but to whom do they Cmaj7belong?
When you knew that it was Fmaj7over, you were suddenly Dm6aware
That the autumn leaves were E7turning, to the colour of her Amhair
A circle in a Amspiral, a wheel within a E7wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning D#dimreel
As the images Amunwind, like the circles that you E7find
in the windmills of your Ammind
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