Tin aeroplanes trace the time
Past our fading window's eyes
And the panes are pains inside

Through which we see
All the glories fast unfold
All the joys lo and behold

It's a bitter-sweet dark secret
That we keep


Bold children of the air
Swoop and fighting feathers fly
Leave the hue and cry

Behind and far below
In the room behind the door
Like a ghost who walks the floor

I go searching for a trace
Of wing or beak
And feel so weak for a while

From your passionate smile

Hear the wind beneath the trees

It's the soundtrack of my dreams
And the song it sings
Is of the earth and sky

All the sleepers who awake
Know too well the poisoned taste
It's a sweet disease

That carries me away

Cold fountains in the dark

Pass beneath your shining arc
Oh part of me is crystal too
And dances free

In the marble mausoleum
In the shadows I can see them
Lovers

Blue bed spread they give me head
Oh how I bled
When they said that the rose had no thorns


Tin aeroplanes trace the time
Past our fading windows eyes

And the panes are pains inside
Through which we see