Sound Track

Tin airplanes 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 sound track 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

The giving head

Oh, how I bled when they said that the rose had no thorns

Tin airplanes trace the time, past our fading window's eyes

And the panes are pains inside through which we see