I replaced all the windmills   The certain gestures that hurt   Realized that hope returns as rivalry      Could these arrested thoughts   Entertain the days   When hate's the grace of passion   We fashion failures now      There's no virtue so vulgar   Applauded and embraced   When finding common ground   As we act upon innocense      Every loss and mistake   That I try to retrace   Is obscured and distorted   Fallen out of place      But where's the light   That defined our lives   It's the acts of children that we   Can count as our own      I accepted it all   Yes I accepted it all   The points made out so lightly   End up everywhere      Oh the dreams they confess   Just what I need to hear   So I sleep to forget   I regret the windmills now      But there's no light   That defines our lives   It's the acts of children that we   Refuse to disown