Rows of white doves on the wallnAs the breeze is blowing through the housenIt turned southeast toward the 3rd floor windownAnd it set them free from the single pathnnThose years of watching the kids grow upnAs the curtains dance and they look onnThe hour of the wolf had passed nAnd the wind had called from the windmill grassnnAll those eyes have gone awaynAll those I've turned away from fromnAll those lies they fade awaynAll that I've walked away from