The city's a static hum, a broken TV screen. Chasing a signal that's lost, somewhere in between. Got no sunny day parades, no plastic smiles to wear. Just a permanent downpour, and a mouthful of stale air. (Chorus) Windmill, windmill, for the feel bad L.L.C. The future's a foreclosure, a debt that you can't flee. Laughing at the madness, 'cause what else is there to do? When the joke's on everyone, including me and you. Clock's ticking backwards, a rewind of yesterday. Stuck in the grayscale, watching it all decay. They say "just keep on moving," but where's there left to go? When the road's a dead end, and the river doesn't flow. (Chorus) Windmill, windmill, for the feel bad L.L.C. The future's a foreclosure, a debt that you can't flee. Laughing at the madness, 'cause what else is there to do? When the joke's on everyone, including me and you. The party's over, and the lights are burning low. Echoes in the ballroom, a ghost of the good show. Got a pocket full of nothing, and a head full of white noise. Just the sad, sad symphony of forgotten little joys.