The Thomas Crown Affair
The Windmills Of Your Mind
M. Legrand / A. Bergman (1968)

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Em                                                    B7sus4
Run, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                  B7                          Em
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
                       E7                        Am7
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
                       D7                                Gmaj7
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon

                               Cmaj7                            Am7
  Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
                           B7sus4         B7          B♭°
  And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
                            B7sus4      B7                Em
  Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its 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 of its face
  And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
  Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

                         Em                                Am7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
                     D7                                 Gmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
                    G7                                      Cmaj7
Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
                        F♯7                               Bm
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

                      E7                             Am
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song
                          D7                           Gmaj7
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
                          Cmaj7                    F♯°
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
                            B7sus4         B7           Em
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair?

                     Em                            B7sus4
  Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                    B7                          B♭°
  Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
                  Em                              B7sus4
  As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
         B7                Em
  In the windmills of your mind