i know that having children won't keep me alive.
when they are in their forties i will start to die.
and this windmill life is halfway round.
there's one thing that i'll know.
that i can't believe i ever let you go.
oh regret.
regret it every night.
oh regret.
regret it every day.
tomorrow. in this apartment all the countertops are new.
i leave the windows open so the air blows through.
and this nighttime sound comes pouring in.
there's one thing that i know.
that i can't believe i ever let you go