There's no wind in the morning to drive the mill today
  There's the temple where she worships
  But her faith has gone away
  
  And she won't go out in the evening
  She lost her soul in the day
  
  The cold fish in all her glory was the pride of yesterday
  But now a “don't even bother” feeling that just won't go away
  
  And she won't go out in the evening
  She lost her soul in the day
  It all ends too soon
  Following tormented youth, caught in the womb
  Bold and desperate tries to immortalize our lives
  Following profits and fools to God with a broom
  Sweeping up the tries, still the carpet's on the rise
  And that's all