they keep telling me I’ve never seen your face
I keep riding off to battle, chasing ever after
they tell each other I’ve clearly gone insane
I keep going back to tilting at windmills
they keep burning my books by order of the priest
I keep wielding my sword to rescue you from evil
they nurse my wounds, get me back up on my feet
Dulcinea, I hope someday to find you
it will be like I’ve imagined, it will all go perfectly
Dulcinea, until the next time I see you
here’s to being too stubborn to admit defeat
I keep going back to the first time that I saw you
I keep on being my own worst enemy
I keep saying that I regret I never told you
I keep saying your name like it will bring you back to me
