Tilting the Windmills
Peter Breinholt
One, Two, Three, Four
You say
You're fine
And you changed your mind
And you climbed
The tallest tree
To hang up your dreams
There are roads on the land
Like the lines upon my hands
And the deep ones throw shadows
On the ground
All around
Whooooa
Now I know
What you meant
All the barnyards and fences tumble down
Eventually
We hang around
There's a place on a hill
There's a man who lives up there
There's a hole in the sky
And it rains
All the time
But we won't say a word
About the war heard 'round the world
Cause it's quiet for now
Where are you?
There you are
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