(Hess/Lesperance)

There's no wind in the morning to drive the mill today

There's the temple where she worships

But her faith has gone away

And she won't go out in the evening

She lost her soul in the day

The cold fish in all her glory was the pride of yesterday

But now a "don't even bother" feeling that just won't go away

And she won't go out in the evening

She lost her soul in the day

It all ends too soon

Following tormented youth, caught in the womb

Bold and desperate tries to immortalize our lives

Following profits and fools to God with a broom

Sweeping up the tries, still the carpet's on the rise

And that's all