The ghosts of my own song have names themselves no one Run through the flowers they say The hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them Circle the hours away
They offer a ride in their submarine dragonfly Brought me inside to a chair in her head The blind jester pilot, he smiles and he says that she knows where to go As he lies down instead
I couldn't help noticing pilot began to dream Started me wondering time of the day The carousel sea horses picturesque circus dress flowing behind them Began their display
The pantomime symphony slowly pretends to me Stopped for directions out of my dream Then one broke his silence, and pointed to me and said Just like a timepiece, keep circling, circling
Blue for the sky The world only turns from far away Only blue from this high
It feels like flying It feels like dying
Far and away, the icy Sun is on the rise On the run They're choking on the smoking gun The swans have died Tomorrow's finally come Fly...
The harlequin juggler in porcelain masquerade Bicycle playing card joker in green The jack rabbit rocking horse pendulate back and forth Tick-tocking aperture carnival stream
Then came time in which i began wondering The distance behind us inside of this dream The blind jester pilot, he woke and he said to me Just like the world, we keep circling, circling on