Windmill Lyrics

Straight forward..the light's night..
The sadness is his body's shape
She recognises him from far..
No games and no poems..
No music fills the air..
The distance is empty..

His problems aren't new..
His sick head makes him feel true..

She's like a windmill..
He's running but she's standing still..
A lance for her will..
It can't hurt her and it cannot kill..

A promise.. just given..
She never tried to understand..
He didn't wait for a reply..
It's romance and mourning..
That's what he's living for..
Olf fashioned honour..

Then, whenever a boy goes out to return as a man..
His dreams will be wiped out.. that changes his plan..
But as he remembers his colourful past..
He fears this december could be his last..