Your dreams are made of glass
They're fragile like a Cristmas-tree ball
and when you ever ask
if this is really all
there's to it
I think you knew it's going
Down, down, it is going down
breathe, freeze, it's a cold, cold breeze
Round, round, only turning round
Run, run, death and life are one.
Your wishes are of smoke
they vanish high in the air
and when you ever hope
that something was really there
It's gonna fool you
gonna cool you - going
Down, down, it is going down
breathe, freeze, it's a cold, cold breeze
Round, round, only turning round
Run, run, death and life are one.
Daylight and nighttime
Moonrise, wind is white, and shadows fly
But we are ground bound
and it takes power to die
Ocean waves and quiet lakes
Rainy days and ways that end -
in vanished lands
a beach of sand
we're ground bound