The Romantic Strings — The Thomas Crown Affair (The Windmills Of Your Mind) lyrics

Lyrics

Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on a ever spinnig reel
like a snowball down a mointain
ot a carnival balloon
like a carousel that 's turning
running rings around the moon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of it’s face