Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night The fragrance on the air was of another time I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white and even if I had the strength I couldnt move to save my life The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights He walked right through my open door As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor, and said sponsored links theres plenty more where that came from Im tired of the bombs Im tired of the bullets Im the aviator A dreams a dream whatever it seems Whatever it seems I flew along the lighted street I flew above the town I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground As I begin to lose my breath faces turn and spin A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in Im tired of the news Im tired of the weather Im the aviator A dreams a dream whatever they say Whatever they say oh oh oh oh I flew above the lighted streets I flew above the town I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white Even if I had the strength I couldnt move to save my life Im tired of the bombs tired of the bullets tired of the crazies on TV Im the aviator a dreams a dream whatever it seems And im tired of the news tired of the weather tired of the same thing everyday Im the aviator a dreams a dream whatever they say Whatever they say
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 23:01:44 +0000
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