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 Whooooa Now I know What you meant All the barnyards and fences tumble down Eventually 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