Finding the soul music
In the back corner of tomorrow
In the leafless turning tide of sorrow
Finding my soul at the top of Windmill Hill
There the wind blows out the plans
Of Wedding bands
And rolling rings across dance room floors
Where we once stepped
But now I regret
The loss of missing you
The unwise flash of anger
That cuts our bonds of love
And I have nothing left to say
Just yet
We walking the fields
And valleys blue
And under the skies
Of aging youth
Holding on to you
The lilting sun
In a lifeless sky
The penny dropped but I still ask why
And I have nothing much to say
Except I regret
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