Тональность

 
Cm                                                      Fm6
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                  G7 G                         Cm
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
                       C7                        Fm
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon
                        Bb7                             Ebmaj7
Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon
                             Ebmaj7 Eb 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping 
                       Fm9 Fm
past the minutes of its face
                         G7                         F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
                          G7/Ab 
Like the circles that you find 
                    Cm9 Cm Cm7
in the windmills of your mind

Cm7                                            Fm6
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
                   G                              Cm7
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
                       C7                            Fm
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
                      Bb7                        Ebmaj7
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
                             Abmaj7  
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping 
                         Fm6
past the minutes of its face
                         G7                         F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
                          G7                            Cm7
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Cm                                                       Fm7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
                     Bb7                                Ebmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
                      Eb7  
Lovers walk along the shore 
                                   Abmaj7
and leave their footprints in the sand
                        D7                                Gm
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
         Gm7          C7                            Fm
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
                          Bb7                        Ebmaj7
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
                          Abmaj7                  Dm
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
                            G7/Ab                     Cm7
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair

Cm7                                            Fm6
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                  G7                           F#dim
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
                Cm7/G                           G7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
                         Cm7
In the windmills of your mind