Cherbourg
The Mill
Well that mill, it keeps turning round and roundYour fingers get cut, and infected in the muckIt's the same again tomorrow, and that rains it seems to fall only on youShe never wants to stop, and the penny finally dropsBut she probably never willIs there no light at the end of this tunnel? Is there no light? Am I just fighting a losing battle? While that mill keeps on turning round.Spring wakes the flowers from their bedsFor you they try to shine, try to help you pass your timeWith promises of progress, but it's all too little to lateAs you take a look behind, what your future unwindYour cuts turn to scarsIs there no light at the end of this tunnel? Is there no light? Am I just fighting a losing battle? While that mill keeps on turning round.There is no light at the end of this tunnel, there is no light
From Letras Mania