the ghost of my own song

have named themselves no one

strings of their shadows have led through the world

the hands of the dream wind

that blows from beneath them

bring thin sheets of paper, they ask me for more

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 the pilot began to dream

started me wondering time of the day

the carousel seahorses picuresque circus dress

flowing behind them began their display

the pantomime syphony slowly pretends to me

I stopped for directions back to my dream

the 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



sun is sinking planet shrinking

looking through the windows thinking

floating high aove the weather

life and daydream come together

fly, fly



the harlequin juggler in porcelain masquerade

bicycle playing card joker in green

the jack-rabbit rocking-horse

penduate back and forth

tick-tocking aprature carnival stream

the came a 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

the ghost of my own song

have named themselves no one

strings of their shadows have led through the world



the hands of the dream wind

that blows from beneath them

bring thin sheets of paper, they ask me for more



the pantomime syphony slowly pretends to me

I st