The World Keeps Turning Songtext
von The Herd

Wind blows, my hat topples to the ground
I compose what my mind has found
Light spills through the crack in my curtain
My room fills with morning, my day, all uncertain
I rise as the feeling of my dreams upsides my eyes
Blinking, blinking, as I step outside
Wind blows wildly and free
I suppose all I need are my thoughts and me
Wind blows, my hat topples to the ground
I suppose that my eyes are round
They roll as a small smile creeps onto my face
The sun takes its toll on the people in this place
Pavement where the grass once used to be, the cement is hard Beneath my feet, wind blows my hat falls to the ground, I suppose
The world keeps turning ′round
Alone on a hill, goosepimpled skin, sitting still
But it's my mind that′s wandering
Shadows stretching across the park to become one
In my eye and etching of the setting of the sun
Wind blows, my hat falls to the ground
I suppose the world keeps turning 'round
Wind blows, my hat topples to the ground
I compose what my mind has found
Light spills through the crack in my curtain
My room fills with morning, my day, all uncertain