I´ve got this magic feeling
Don´t know where to start
I see windmills clouds and parachutes
I see strangers passing by

And I´m sorry you had to leave her

and I´m sorry that I can´t be there

But look at all these windmills here
They tell it´s the brightest air

I guess you don´t know where I am
And I guess that you wouldn´t care
Cos all I´ve got are windmills here, windmills everywhere

"But your words, they are mere sounds
But all that matters is that you are around
And that you are around"

So I renounced and sadly I see
That where word breaks off no thing there may be
At first I spoke to you so easily so fast, but now it must pass

So don´t feel sorry for yourself
Cos it gets lonely here too