Noises

T.C. Folkpunk

Windmills

02:40
(T. Cameron)

Story

From the album "Lamest Fast Words". Buy it HERE!

Lyrics

I could go out for a while to clear my head,

But I know I'd only picture you instead,

With an inescapable conclusion waiting then:

It was fun to charge at windmills with a friend.

 

As a catalyst, you rearranged my thoughts,

I received a list of battles to be fought,

And for anyone who listened, I would recommend,

It was fun to charge at windmills with a friend.

 

  Because there ain't no cure for the summertime muse,

  I can't spring back from the fall I took,

  I'm the seasoned winner of my discontented truth.

 

Well, in hindsight things weren't quite as advertised,

But I still maintain a fondness in disguise,

And I might just miss you more than I can comprehend

It was fun to charge at windmills with a friend

 

  Because there ain't no cure for the summertime muse,

  I can't spring back from the fall I took,

  I'm the seasoned winner of my discontented truth.

 

So we drift apart through mutual neglect,

And I don't know if some day we'll reconnect,

But if we don't, there's one last message I will send:

"It was fun to charge at windmills with a friend".