Chords for SOS - Windmills of Your Mind
Tempo:
70.8 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
G
C
Ab
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never [G] ending or beginning, on an ever [Cm]-spinning
wheel.
Like a snowball on [C] a mountain, or a carnival, [Fm] or a carousel that's turning, running rings
[Eb] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an [D] apple whirling silently in [Gb] space.
Like the circles that [D] you find [G] in the [Cm] windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel on [D] its own, down a hollow [G] to a cavern where
the sun [Cm] has never shone.
Like a door [C] that keeps revolving in a half-broken [Fm] dream, or the ripples from [Bb] a pebble someone
tosses in [Eb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an apple whirling silently [Gb] in space.
Like the circles [G] that you find in the [Cm] windmills of your mind.
Was that jingle in your pocket?
Was it jangle in [Fm] your head?
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly?
Was it something [Eb] that you said?
Lovers walk [Db] along the shoreline, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand.
Was the sound of [A] distant drumming just the fingers on [Gm] your hand?
Pictures hanging [C] in a hallway, and the fragments [Fm] of a song.
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they [Eb] belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, in the autumn of [D] goodbyes, for a moment you could not [G] recall
[G] the color of his [Cm] eyes.
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever spinning [Gb] wheel.
As the images [Cm] unwind, like the circles that you [G] find in the windmills of your [Cm] mind.
[Ab]
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never [G] ending or beginning, on an ever [Cm]-spinning
wheel.
Like a snowball on [C] a mountain, or a carnival, [Fm] or a carousel that's turning, running rings
[Eb] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an [D] apple whirling silently in [Gb] space.
Like the circles that [D] you find [G] in the [Cm] windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel on [D] its own, down a hollow [G] to a cavern where
the sun [Cm] has never shone.
Like a door [C] that keeps revolving in a half-broken [Fm] dream, or the ripples from [Bb] a pebble someone
tosses in [Eb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an apple whirling silently [Gb] in space.
Like the circles [G] that you find in the [Cm] windmills of your mind.
Was that jingle in your pocket?
Was it jangle in [Fm] your head?
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly?
Was it something [Eb] that you said?
Lovers walk [Db] along the shoreline, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand.
Was the sound of [A] distant drumming just the fingers on [Gm] your hand?
Pictures hanging [C] in a hallway, and the fragments [Fm] of a song.
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they [Eb] belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, in the autumn of [D] goodbyes, for a moment you could not [G] recall
[G] the color of his [Cm] eyes.
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever spinning [Gb] wheel.
As the images [Cm] unwind, like the circles that you [G] find in the windmills of your [Cm] mind.
[Ab]
Key:
Cm
G
C
Ab
D
Cm
G
C
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never [G] ending or beginning, on an ever [Cm]-spinning
wheel.
Like a snowball on [C] a mountain, or a carnival, [Fm] or a carousel that's turning, running rings
[Eb] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an [D] apple whirling silently in [Gb] space.
Like the circles that [D] you find [G] in the [Cm] windmills of your mind. _ _
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel on [D] its own, down a hollow [G] to a cavern where
the sun [Cm] has never shone.
Like a door [C] that keeps revolving in a half-broken [Fm] dream, or the ripples from [Bb] a pebble someone
tosses in [Eb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an apple whirling silently [Gb] in space.
Like the circles [G] that you find in the [Cm] windmills of your mind. _
Was that jingle in your pocket?
Was it jangle in [Fm] your head?
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly?
Was it something [Eb] that you said?
Lovers walk [Db] along the shoreline, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand.
Was the sound of [A] distant drumming just the fingers on [Gm] your hand?
Pictures hanging [C] in a hallway, and the fragments [Fm] of a song.
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they [Eb] belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, in the autumn of [D] goodbyes, for a moment you could not [G] recall
[G] the color of his [Cm] eyes. _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever spinning [Gb] wheel.
As the images [Cm] unwind, like the circles that you [G] find in the windmills of your [Cm] mind.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never [G] ending or beginning, on an ever [Cm]-spinning
wheel.
Like a snowball on [C] a mountain, or a carnival, [Fm] or a carousel that's turning, running rings
[Eb] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an [D] apple whirling silently in [Gb] space.
Like the circles that [D] you find [G] in the [Cm] windmills of your mind. _ _
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel on [D] its own, down a hollow [G] to a cavern where
the sun [Cm] has never shone.
Like a door [C] that keeps revolving in a half-broken [Fm] dream, or the ripples from [Bb] a pebble someone
tosses in [Eb] a stream.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [D] on its face, and the world is
like an apple whirling silently [Gb] in space.
Like the circles [G] that you find in the [Cm] windmills of your mind. _
Was that jingle in your pocket?
Was it jangle in [Fm] your head?
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly?
Was it something [Eb] that you said?
Lovers walk [Db] along the shoreline, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand.
Was the sound of [A] distant drumming just the fingers on [Gm] your hand?
Pictures hanging [C] in a hallway, and the fragments [Fm] of a song.
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they [Eb] belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, in the autumn of [D] goodbyes, for a moment you could not [G] recall
[G] the color of his [Cm] eyes. _ _
Like a circle in a spiral, or a wheel [C] within a wheel, never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever spinning [Gb] wheel.
As the images [Cm] unwind, like the circles that you [G] find in the windmills of your [Cm] mind.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _