I replaced all the windmillsnThe certain gestures that hurtnRealized that hope returns as rivalrynnCould these arrested thoughtsnEntertain the daysnWhen hate's the grace of passionnWe fashion failures nownnThere's no virtue so vulgarnApplauded and embracednWhen finding common groundnAs we act upon innocensennEvery loss and mistakenThat I try to retracenIs obscured and distortednFallen out of placennBut where's the lightnThat defined our livesnIt's the acts of children that wenCan count as our ownnnI accepted it allnYes I accepted it allnThe points made out so lightlynEnd up everywherennOh the dreams they confessnJust what I need to hearnSo I sleep to forgetnI regret the windmills nownnBut there's no lightnThat defines our livesnIt's the acts of children that wenRefuse to disown