While rabid windmills harvest stray souls I wanna disappear Cut off and let not fear come to me and keep me held Forever in my head I wanna fly instead Be immortal for split second While you tailspin into hell Depiction that can sell Primal spring I had that mind But will yours fantasize When you learn there's no surprise My eyes grew tired from only watching the days go by, the days go by My eyes grew tired from only watching the days go by, the days go by My eyes grew tired from only watching the days go by, the days go by