Windmill Hill

So let me tell a story about how love really is Starts off slow with flirty texts, and then a date is up next With awkwardness and cheap smiles, thinking, "Should I go for the kiss?" You meet her mom, you meet her dad They ask you what you do for work Then straight upstairs into her room to laugh and hug and talk a lot Heaven is a picnic, sitting with her by the side of a lake Ain’t it strange How we're estranged Ain’t it strange How people change Let me tell a story about how love really ends Sex is dry, talk is dead, all you do is lay in bed Putting on a front for friеnds and family all to see You know she’s bored and sick of you when shе wants something new Sending short and scary texts, making you go paranoid Heaven turns to hell as you sit in your bathroom alone Ain’t it strange How we're estranged Ain’t it strange How people change After so many days After so many weeks After so many months After so many years After so much love After so many tears I’ve ruined it now