i know that having children won't keep me alive. when they are in their forties i will start to die. and this windmill life is halfway round. there's one thing that i'll know. that i can't believe i ever let you go. oh regret. regret it every night. oh regret. regret it every day. tomorrow. in this apartment all the countertops are new. i leave the windows open so the air blows through. and this nighttime sound comes pouring in. there's one thing that i know. that i can't believe i ever let you go