Peter Breinholt - Tilting The Windmills lyrics

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


Now I know

What you meant

All the barnyards and fences tumble down


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