windmills.

the windmills behind us had never stopped turning
but I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead
and we watched summer nights turn into mornings

you said our lives are only about learning
to never let old words into new beds
the windmills behind us had never stopped turning

i tilted my head and saw you were scorning
at the disappearing dusk with a hint of dread
and we watched summer nights turn into mornings

your hands and your car were filled with a meaning
of time which had long turned heel and fled
the windmills behind us had never stopped turning

the smell of the hay and the wood which was burning
choked all the fear I had built in my head
the windmills behind us had never stopped turning
and we watched summer nights turn into mornings