Windmills Songtext

von Wafflehouse

I find you curious.
The sickly wishful.
The fate of the liquid witness.
Quite frankly it's none of my business.
Here's to looking back like when I took your hand and bought you a sweater.
You only like the warmer weather.
Now hold on for one moment.
We're getting to the good part.
If I had the mouth I wanted.
I'm sure i'd tell you what i've been saying.
And here's to what's ahead.
I'll do just what you said.
Go shopping for groceries even thought the cupboard's empty.
Here's to looking back.
And here's to what's ahead.
You've got me spinning round and round.
Baby.
Here's to now.