Through the Mill Songtext
von The Changing Room
Through the Mill Songtext
He′s closed the door
I weep no more
My boots gather dust
On the window sill
We've all been through the mill
The room is cold
My heart grows old
I remember the noise
I can hear it still
We′ve all been through the mill
What now, what job in this world? I have none
My lifeline is broken in two
My children, my love and my time have all gone
I let the end slip through
Now, when I look back
In hindsight I know
I wasted my youth and my dreams
The warp and the weft
Have stolen my breath
There's nothing left for me
'Cause he′s closed the door
I weep no more
My boots gather dust
On the window sill
We′ve all been through the mill
The room is cold
My heart grows old
I remember the noise
I can hear it still
We've all been through the mill
Through the mill
Through the mill
We′ve all been through the mill
Me mother and me father and his father before
We've all been through the mill
In these silent hours
I picture your face
You long since departed this land
My breathing is laboured
My armchair is still
As I gently take your hand
′Cause he's closed the door
I weep no more
My boots gather dust
On the window sill
We′ve all been through the mill
We've all been through the mill
I weep no more
My boots gather dust
On the window sill
We've all been through the mill
The room is cold
My heart grows old
I remember the noise
I can hear it still
We′ve all been through the mill
What now, what job in this world? I have none
My lifeline is broken in two
My children, my love and my time have all gone
I let the end slip through
Now, when I look back
In hindsight I know
I wasted my youth and my dreams
The warp and the weft
Have stolen my breath
There's nothing left for me
'Cause he′s closed the door
I weep no more
My boots gather dust
On the window sill
We′ve all been through the mill
The room is cold
My heart grows old
I remember the noise
I can hear it still
We've all been through the mill
Through the mill
Through the mill
We′ve all been through the mill
Me mother and me father and his father before
We've all been through the mill
In these silent hours
I picture your face
You long since departed this land
My breathing is laboured
My armchair is still
As I gently take your hand
′Cause he's closed the door
I weep no more
My boots gather dust
On the window sill
We′ve all been through the mill
We've all been through the mill
Writer(s): Tanya Presley Georgette Brittain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

