When silence can roam as loud
to make even Wagner proud
You can distill the sound
My memory of you
This boat has lost its oars
Swallowed by mire-thick fog
Knew I what beauty was
until you shone through?
Even the faces in the street
can only express what I think you'll think
All of my friends say that we'll meet
in some other life with some other stars
Pick up your feet!
This is the first of days
Lit a light in your chambre, and if I may
Fly with the moon and pray
I'm a Gold-Bug too
Rift, rift, rift
Arrow in the brain
Aloft me up from this insane world
that will stop the golden rain
when I know the colour of my true love's hair
'Cause this is the Song of Wings
from cloud to trottoire
A siamese mouth to unhunger my bowl
Lover, my hair grows in yours
This is the Song of Wings
from cloud to trottoire

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