Lirik Lagu Windmills Of Your Mind - Sting
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Round, like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheel.Never ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnaval balloonLike a carousell that's turningRunning rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes on it's faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of it's ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes on it's faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle your headWhy did summer go so quicklyWas it something that I saidLovers walking allong the shore,Leave their footprints in the sandWas the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd a fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overWere you suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelAs the images unwindLike the circle that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overWere you suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelAs the images unwindLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes on it's faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of it's ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes on it's faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle your headWhy did summer go so quicklyWas it something that I saidLovers walking allong the shore,Leave their footprints in the sandWas the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd a fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overWere you suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelAs the images unwindLike the circle that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overWere you suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelAs the images unwindLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
