The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within

The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within, disappear within

Out by the river where philosophers debate,
The heavens are singing with rain upon the lake

The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within

The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within, disappear within

The night begins to shiver
The shadows start to shake
The moon shifts, the sun eclipses,
The painting fades away

The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within

The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within

The profane see the windmill,
The saints see the wind
When love and hate and fear awake
We disappear within, disappear within"