Windmill Songtext
von Filthy Friends

Split sidewalk underneath the green earth tracks
Reclaimed city streets baked in southern heat
A northern girl walks two blocks, I repeat
Bugs, birds, bees, leaves talk as loud as any city street
I traveled far and wide to see the music song that spoke to me

Hang on, my friends
We are almost home now

Tell no one my true age, pretend to be legit and it′s all okay
Who's on 41? I can′t get in but I stand outside and watch
One song means everything, it's the only one that's gotten in my head
Like a windmill turning free, wrap myself into your tiny seed


Hang on, my friends
We are almost home now
Hang on, dear ones
We are not so lost now

I know every name, I know every face, every song on your mixtape
Every band, ′cause they′re all beat
Different voice that you wanna meet
Learned the number of the house party
It's 555 Boulevard and it′s happening
Open the fence, I'll unlatch the gate, meet me
There ′cause I heard that the party's great

Hang on, my friends
We are almost home now
Hang on, dear ones
We are not so lost now